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stubbornjerk · 3 years

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Why people keep telling you to block them if you support Pholo (Penumbra Edition)

Or: why jitterbug-juno really deactivated

I love when people categorize this as fandom wank. Really makes you feel like you’re putting the onus on either side of the conversation.

I’m making this post not because I want to stir up spoiled milk, but because I want it out there that this wasn’t a purity culture war.

The TL;DR version of this is that fans of color tried to tell Rab (prev. jitterbug-juno) not to post her Omegaverse (or A/B/O) fic. And instead of taking the L, she posted it on Ao3 and deactivated.

But, if you want context, well, buckle in. CW for mentions of racism and transphobia.

What did jitterbug-juno do?

Before I get into this I do want it out there that I will not be linking Rab’s fic, but I will show you this screenshot of the summary of it.

[ID: It is a screenshot of a fic, “As You Are” by Pholo.

Summary: Peter can hide his scent glands behind cologne; makeup; concealer pads. He can quash his heats with suppressants. He can divert the urge to nest and fawn.

But he can’t feign another gender’s subvocals. He lacks the anatomical capacity. Mag taught him to distract from his silence with fast, flashy words. For longer heists he relies on social convention. Traumatic mutism is uncommon, but remarked upon by enough war vets and soap operas to be widely recognized. Peter’s marks assume he’s been harmed long before they assume he’s a closeted omega. It would take quite the backwater brute to ask why he doesn’t murmur or chuff or growl.

On the 'Blanche there are the usual furtive glances. Juno makes clear to Peter that should he ever want “to talk about what happened,” he’ll be there to listen. The gesture annoys Peter more than comforts him.

‘Nothing happened,’ he wants to scream. ‘There’s nothing to talk about!’

There are 14 comments, 85 kudos, and 11 bookmarks /end]

You decide what you’re doing with that information, but honestly, I’d rather you don’t give it anymore engagement than it deserves.

There was a period earlier this June (yes, even though it’s only the 10th, at time of writing) when Rab was posting snippets of the aforementioned fic on her blog and tagging it appropriately, putting it in the attention of pretty much the entire Penumbra fandom.

What’s Omegaverse or a/b/o and why is everyone so against Rab for it

If you know what Omegaverse is, I don’t have to tell you why it’s controversial. If you don’t know what Omegaverse is, well, Fanlore said it best:

a kink trope wherein some or all people have defined biological roles based on a hierarchical system, with the terms originating from animal behaviour research. There may be werewolf, knotting, or other animalistic elements involved, or the characters may be otherwise purely human.

The term is generally written with slashes (a/b/o). Many fans, particularly ones from Australia and New Zealand, are uncomfortable seeing the term without slashes because it is also an Australian slur for aboriginal people.

I won’t get into the history or the heaps and tons of other discourses (mostly about fictional male pregnancy, homophobia, transphobia, sexual assault, etc.) that go on within that. We’re here specifically on Rab v. Penumbra fans of color and we’re staying there.

Anyone who’s been in Penumbra enough to realize that everyone draws the Junoverse characters in a certain way knows that a) Juno is black, b) Nureyev is Asian, and c) as a fan you have to be aware of what you’re subjecting or saying about either of them because of the political repercussions that come with it.

And despite that, Rab proceeded to write Peter Nureyev, a gender nonconforming gay Asian male character that is widely headcanon’d as trans, into a fic using a kink trope that relies heavily on animal behavior.

Unlike most people new to fandom, Rab is aware of what Omegaverse is and is very much white. She is (and if she isn’t, should be) aware of the racist undertones that writing him in would get.

I couldn’t get a screenshot of what snippets Rab was sending out into the ether, seeing as a majority of my friends would rather not have seen any at all (I have all of the usual tags blocked so I wouldn’t have seen it either way), but needless to say, Rab got attention for it. Both positive and negative.

Anne (@hopeless-eccentric) even posted a satirical fic, in the odds that Rab was just writing this thing to be “the first” to write Omegaverse fic in the Penumbra tags.

But, I’m assuming more than one fan of color came into Rab’s inbox and messaged her about it, but someone I know (who would like to remain anonymous) was gracious enough to take a screenshot before he sent his in and let me use it for this post:

[ID: A message to jitterbug-juno about to be sent by a sender whose name is censored with a black bar. His messages says:

“as someone who is a person of color i think the nature of the fic you are writing right now is extremely racist and attributing animal characteristics to lgbt people of color is not at all appropriate, especially when you are someone who is white. i have to ask you to not publish this fic and to reflect as to why you would want to write this in the first place, these tropes are extremely harmful and”

There are 33 characters left to write into the message. /end]

I can’t speak for whoever else sent asks about the fic she was writing. If anyone was actually not-so-gentle with her, well, minorities don’t really owe it to you to be gentle about what they can tell is bigotry-tinged behavior.

But, the message was clear: this is different from your garden variety, lily white straight male character m/m kink fantasy. This is an actual queer Asian character that a lot of queer Asian people feel attached do. Do not post the fic.

What happened next: the beginning of the end

The next morning, I woke up to most of my friends being frustrated by this post on Rab’s account:

[ID: Dated 5 June, a post by jitterbug-juno:

“Gonna leave the fandom for a while. Wishing you all well.”

The tags say the following: not sure if i’ll be back, thank you so much to everybody who’s read my fics, and who’s sent asks or engaged with my art or any of that, you’re amazing and I’m sending love /end]

That... was not what fans of color wanted, but it was definitely an action they took. Some celebrated, as they were very much wary of Rab for having caused much of the same category of drama in fandoms like Voltron: Legendary Defenders and Warrior Cats. This also meant that she was probably not going to post the fic either.

Some, myself included, were relatively pissed, as they’d wanted even just the measly bit of accountability. An apology or an acknowledgement of having been called out in private and that they’ll take time to consider why. But instead we got Rab leaving in the face of fans of color telling her not to post her Omegaverse fic.

Well. The next day...

[ID: Dated 6 June. A post by jitterbug-juno titled, “Well... that was short-lived”

“I gave the situation a lot of thought yesterday. The reaction to my omegaverse previews made me figure I should leave the fandom. It seemed like the safest option.

But you know what?

Hell.

I don’t want to leave. The fic discusses the tropes of omegaverse and I spoke to several POC on Twitter, and I’m going to post it with plenty of tags so people can avoid it if they wish. I’m not going to be chased out of this space.

Thank you to everyone who sent messages yesterday. I shouldn’t have made that post about leaving. It was really reactionary. I’m okay and I appreciate your support so much.

(bolded on the post) To those who are angry and uncomfortable with me: Please block me. If you’re going to talk about this fic on Tumblr and Twitter– and this may sound odd– PLEASE NAME ME as Jitterbug-juno or Pholo. Don’t vague me. That way people who don’t want to see this discourse can add my name to their block lists.“ /end]

That certainly was short-lived, she wasn’t kidding.

This got a lot of outrage. Again, the fic is up on Ao3 and she has not taken it down. A lot of POC were pissed and I didn’t see a single fan of color actively support what she was doing, at least, not in my friend group. Everyone started making those posts to block them if you liked the fic or Rab’s content in general, in accordance to what Rab wanted.

Perseus (@mraudiodrama) noticed/pointed out that Rab deleted the part where she said she spoke to several POC about releasing her fic, as well as the part where she said she refused to be chased out of the fandom. This was an incredibly pointed detail to edit out, according to some.

[ID: A screenshot of jitterbug-juno's last post taken 11:00PM. Much of it is the same except the following bolded words are removed: "The fic discusses the tropes of omegaverse and I spoke to several POC on Twitter, and I’m going to post it with plenty of tags so people can avoid it if they wish. I’m not going to be chased out of this space." /end]

That same day, Rab deleted her blog. I actually caught this one on tape, believe it or not.

[ID: A screen recording taken at 12:01 PM of someone scrolling down jitterbug-juno's account. The posts and asks about Omegaverse and her post about leaving and coming back are conspicuously absent. /end]

Initially, I thought she deleted all mentions of it. I wanted to see firsthand if the rumors about her deleting portions of it were true. If she added things where she was saying that she wanted to write it because she was autistic and wanted Nureyev to be autistic too, regardless of the numerous QPOC telling her not to do it.

Instead, it turned out, she deleted her blog.

And now, we're here. The fic is still up. Her blog is down. Rab's public Twitter account @nataclinn is quiet about this. Her @cushfuddled Twitter account is on private after her run-in with the Warrior Cats fandom, according to a friend. And her Tumblr @cushfuddled account has nothing but memes.

Again, I didn't make this post to stir up drama. I wasn't even obsessively making this post as a call-out because she isn't in the fandom anymore. I just want it out there that this isn't a purity culture thing that got out of hand in a fandom as niche as Penumbra. This was a case of someone being called out and failing to acknowledge it before running away. And I want all that out of the way before I say:

If you are on Rab's side of this debacle, I, a queer person of color, want nothing to do with you either.

#the penumbra fandom #jitterbug-juno #pholo #racism #white drama #im not tagging this as fandom drama or fandom wank because that erases the fact #that this was legitimate criticism of a white person #the penumbra podcast #junoverse #i put it in a readmore so its not gonna clog up much #but if anyone doesnt want me to tag this w the fandom tags i'll remove it #once again though this is the furthest thing from anti/proship discourse

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idkcantthinkofaname · 4 years

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It takes time/7

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Gene: angst, eventual smut

Warning: none that I can think of for this chapter

Summary: after finally getting the house y/n always wanted, she find a hybrid hiding in an old shed. Unlike most people who find strays, y/n doesn’t turn him into h.c mainly because there was a lot of shady things that happened with the hybrid control in the area.

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y/n slowly blinked her eyes open., the lights above were extremely bright.

“Careful now ms. l/n.” Said a gentle female voice to the left. I barely peaked the best I could to look at a nurse.

“It’s good to see you awake.” The nurse, she smiled.

“Wh..what happened?” I asked but was shocked at how much effort it took to actually speak.

“Try not to speak to much, your throat was severely damaged along with your left leg. Let me go get your doctor and let him know you are finally awake.” She smiled at left the room. I closed my eyes because the light still made my head throb.

“Y/n?” Jin’s light voice drifted into the room. I slowly turned my head towards him and smiled. I went to go talk but Jim rushed over

“No talking for you, missy. Not until your throat is healed.” He smiled and ran his fingers along my cheek.

“I’m glad it wasn’t as worse as it could have been” he frowned and there was sadness in his eyes. I placed my hand on his, removing it from My face and place it on my other hand. I looked at his eyes while Rubbing my thumb over his hand. Trying to to tell him with my eyes that it was okay.

The doctor eventually came In and informed me about the concussion that I had along with the damage to my throat and leg. The next day, police came in to question about the attack, but I told them it was to dark to really tell who it was. I did tell them a little of what I could remember of it. I didn’t want them out there looking for jungkook. I understood why he acted that way, and if they did catch him they would put him to sleep...and I didn’t want that. As I was recalling some of the events I could remember....there was something that I wasn’t sure if I was remembering correctly or not...but I had to wait to ask.

It wasn’t until I was finally released and Jin had loaded me Into my car that I finally asked “hey jin?”

He hummed. “That night that everything happened...where...” oh god I was blushing really hard “did y’all come To my house in animals form?”

Jin snickered “if you are asking if you remember seeing all of us naked? Then yes”

I covered my face. Oh god. I knew I didn’t actually look at anything...but I think subconsciously I knew they were naked. Jin patted my Good knee “don’t worry, we won’t hold it against you.” He started to laugh as I sunk more in my chair.

“By the way...I’m Sorry.” Jin said softly

I looked up. At him...

“I’m Sorry for what jungkook did, and I’m sorry I couldn’t get there fast enough.” His knuckles tighten on the steering wheel.

“It’s not your fault...I understand why he was so upset..he...was just doing what he thought was right.” Jin’s head whipped towards me

“No, he should not have acted without any evidence or even talking to you.”

I leaned my head against the window. I Could still see and feel the hatred he had. “He doesn’t like humans at all I take It.”

Jin sighed “him and Yoongi, the panther that was beside namjoon, dont like them at all.”

I shut my eyes after that and tried to sleep.

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I felt the car pull to a stop and open my eyes.

“Y/N!” Yelled Taehyung who came running out to the car. He swung the door open and scooped me up.

“You finally get to be home!” He smiled a bright boxy smile. “We have been keeping an eye on the house while you were away.”

He was walking with a bounce in his step, the closer he got to the door, I stiffen, them?? All of them? But wait

“ why are y’all not out looking for Jimin?” I looked up at him from his arms.

“Because I’m here.” I whipped my head towards Jimin as we walked through the door. He smiled so brightly and took me from Taehyung arms.

“If she wasn’t so worried about you I wouldn’t let you have her.” Smirked Taehyung. He ruffled my hair and walked towards the kitchen.

“You are here! Safe! What happened?” I question as he sat down on the couch.....I was still in his arms. “Uh, Jimin you can let go now.”

Jimin smirked and placed me on the left of him, but kept my legs a crossed his.

“Well after I was ambushed by the guys from H.C” he was smirking “they thought they could take me, but obviously they couldn’t.” He puffed his chest out in pride, making me Giggle.

His ears pointed towards me. “I have missed that sound.” He snuggled into me. I blushed really hard. Calm down, this is normal behavior for them. Nothing special.

“So,” I cleared my throat and tried to scoot away. Jimin frowned but let me go “when did you get back? And...where are the others?” I honestly didn’t want to see..jungkook just yet.

“If you are worried about jungkook, Yoongi and namjoon, they are gone.” Taehyung said. I raised my eyebrow in question but another hybrid walked into the room.

He was a golden retriever, and his face lit up when we locked eyes! “Hi” he smiled and sat by me.

“I’m Hoseok, you can call me Hobi!” His smile was contagious. He looked some what familiar.

“Hi Hobi.” His tail started to wag.

“So...when did you Get back?” I turned my head back to Jimin.

“The night jungkook attacked you..” he looked down “ I should have come back sooner..it just took longer then I thought.” Tae patted his shoulder

“Don’t take it so hard Jimin, we know jungkook doesn’t think his actions threw.”

“Yes, but if Jimin had come back to the pack before he....” Jin looked at me the back at Jimin. “Took care of the guys himself, we would have known he was fine.”

I looked at all of them “what am I missing?”

Jimin and Taehyung looked down.

“These two idiots had planned for all of us to come here.” Said Hobi. I looked at him then back towards the foxes

“You planned this?”

“No, not like this. I was supposed to come Back with the food you made for us. So the others would...get curious about where it was coming from.” Jimin looked up slightly, his ears were pinned back.

“But after they attacked him, instead of coming back he thought it would be smart to make us sweat and worry.” Jin said with a stern voice.

“Look, I didn’t think he would automatically know about her.” Jimin jumped up and paced. “I thought Tae would be like ‘let’s go check this way’ and lead y’all to here. I thought I would be back before then.”

“Um...why here?” I said in a small voice. Not that I didn’t mind them be here...but why here? Didn’t they like being on their own? All the hybrids look at each other.

“Because you are nice..”Taehyung said in a small voice.

Hobi took hold of my hand “you took care of Jin when you didn’t have too, and then you feed these two knuckleheads with out asking for anything else. Even though we love the wild, we miss certain companionship.” I was about to question him. He just smiled

“Yes we miss human companionship, even after all that was done.” I get that.

“So where are the other three?” I asked

“Well after Jimin walked in..saw you. He kinda punched jungkook. Namjoon and Yoongi tried to defend him. But when hobi raised his voice and told them to leave if they didn’t want to stay. They left.” Said Taehyung.

I looked back towards Hobi “how come You stood up for Me? Not that I don’t appreciate it.”

Hobi looked down “we have meet before..” he looked up at me “back when I was with old owners before...I was the hybrid you tried to help.”

My eyes went wide “you were the hybrid they were dragging out?!” He nodded.

“Wait, so Hobi saw y/n first?” Asked Taehyung

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sly-merlin · 4 years

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Killing Me - 2| n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au

warnings : curse words, mention of murder, guns etc

words : 2908

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“curiosity got the cat hitched!!

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taglist :: (not tagging the old ones because they have read it already bt if u want , lemme know! ) @yiyi4657 @sorrywonwoo @sillywinnergladiator @suhweo @exfolitae

‘Where is she?’ a voice echoed from behind you. The police officer woke up from his little slumber one more time and stood up to greet the owner of voice. Before you could turn around, a fair, young man sat down in the place previously occupied by the officer. You straightened your back before taking a look at him. He was not too broad but couldn’t be considered lean either. His hair were darker shade of blue hooding his eyes. He looked too young to be a senior but who were you to judge someone’s capabilities.

“Is she alone” he asked the other officer, who nodded his head in response. The officer’s demeanour took a 180 degree turn from his previous one. He had a smug look on his face.

“Where’s the evidence?”

“Here it is!” your phone which was resting on the desk until now was in the hands of the senior officer. You watched him carefully going through the photos. He turned the chair to face the back wall hiding himself from you. You couldn’t understand why he has to be so sceptical about the evidence. It was enough to punish the criminal. And you weren’t even informed of the results of the search party that was sent earlier. You were cut out of your thoughts when the man turned in the chair and extended his hand towards you with your phone. You took the phone but didn’t open it.

“Is he dead?” he questioned the officer.

“Yes, but his body is disposed of. Nobody can trace anything back to him. Give me few days and I’ll delete his whole existence.” that being said, your heart stopped and a loud gasp left your lips. Their conversation wasn't giving away anything but you were smart enough to realise the scenario.

“Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You would be rewarded nicely. But she didn’t go to the higher officer, right? It’d take more time to clean it.”

“No. I know he is a pain in the ass, there was no need for you to come this far though .I could’ve handled this minor inconvenience all by myself.” he smirked towards you.

So he’s not the senior.

Then what is he doing here?.

“Mr doyoung, what are we going to do with her” he pointed towards you like you were some disgusting rat he’s trying to get rid of.

“Taeyong would deal with her. You don’t need to worry. Your work is done here”.

Your hair fell on your face when the cloth was removed from your head. You tried to blow them out off your face but your action merely resulted in you breathing all the air through your nose. Someone removed the tape, causing you to cough violently. Your cheeks pained, your lips felt like they were stung by bees. Your chest heaved up and down when you tried to take a breath. A soft hand removed all the hair from your face and tucked them behind both ears. The man then rubbed your back to help you regain your senses.

Following that everything happened in a blur. The said man, doyeon or something got up abruptly from the chair, took your phone, yanked your hands backwards and handcuffed them. He was so swift in his movements that few seconds later you were ushered into a small car. You tried to speak but he taped you and face was covered with a cloth. You shuffled in the passenger seat but the man didn’t seem to be fazed by your antics as he drove wordlessly.

After travelling for what felt like hours he finally pulled up somewhere. You were forced out of the car by your arm. The only thing you were sure of was that you passed 3 doors, following which you were made to sit on a metal chair.

“Hey, you alright?

You gestured towards your arms instead of responding.

“What’s your name” you looked up to see another blue haired man asking you in a hoarse voice.

“Open her cuffs doyoung!” your saviour, what it felt like at the moment, ordered the man. He came forward and did as told. Once free, you got up from the chair while rubbing your wrists and took shelter behind the same chair.

You scanned the room to find about 10 men, in their pyjamas, staring at you. They didn’t look dangerous, at least not in their current state. Out of nowhere, you felt something on your head. Of course, there was someone behind you. You tried your best not to show any panic on your face, but it was an impossible task for someone who’d be dead in a few minutes. You didn’t know what to do next. Your hands found solace in the hem of your shirts which you continued to twist and turn until one of them spoke,

“y/n” you answered timidly, purely to show them that you were nothing more than an innocent girl caught up in a wrong situation. It was the only way you’d be back home safely.

“What were you doing near that street and what did you see?” the same man questioned again but with more irritated voice. You parroted the whole story in the same way it happened. It was like giving report to the police officer. But this time a slight fear was in charge of your senses instead of the confidence you had earlier. The more you explained, the more ridiculous it sounded to you. Your courage and zeal were your best traits, as told by many people including your professors and these two traits were going to lower you in the ground today. being courageous and senseless was serving as the dangerous combination for you.

“You are quite amusing and smart, miss. Had it been someone else, we’d have let you go but it’s about yuta so we can’t take any future risks, you know” a man who was more on the shorter side, spoke. As said, you were a risk to them but eyeing your current position, you felt more threatened than they were by you.

“What are you going to do with me?” you blurted.

“Kill her” the voice behind you advised in a harsh and growling voice. His voice was rougher than the other one and he sounded like he was getting impatient in your presence. You felt tears prickling in your eyes at his statement. Prediction of your death and hearing a declaration made to that effect, the latter sounded scarier without doubt. You never wanted to die like that. You wanted to make a good life for yourself. The rational part of your brain was suggesting to beg for your life but another was telling you to hold it till last. Your dilemma was causing an incessant headache by now. Because of your reckless act of bravery, you were now at the mercy of some criminals who probably killed humans for their jest.

“Anyway, where are the photos, doyoung?” a man with red hair spoke.

“She’s quite a photographer you know” doyoung says slyly to the red haired man while handing him his phone. He went through the photos with stoic look on his face. He didn’t look scary but you could only hope if his heart and brain tallied with his face.

He curtly nodded before handing the phone to person standing next to him and just like that the phone was passed to everyone in the room where at last it reached right behind you. The man with the gun gave a snort which you assumed was his reaction to the photos. Nobody looked pleased. why would they be!The quietness of the room was taken over by soft whispers which did nothing more than to increase your anxiousness. The red haired man whose name was yet to be unveiled, was having a kind of discussion with everyone. One by one, all men gathered around him except the one who you dreaded the most in this state.

“I’m taeyong, the leader of Neos.” the red haired man said and your countenance at his words stopped him from further explaining anything. He watched your wide eyes and now trembling hands.

“You are a feisty one, ain’t you!” you yelped at the voice which surely didn’t go unnoticed by others but they rather chose to ignore it. Why they would be worried for your wellbeing, you thought. You’ll end up dead, if not by a gun, then by heart stroke from the sneaky little bitch. To distract yourself, you looked around the room but found nothing worthy of your interest. The room was medium sized but there was only one tube above the door which shone its lightening down to where the chair was situated. Everything else was void of any light, now including you and your possible killer.

A loud cough from the men interrupted your screening of the room. You were anticipating the outcome they had possibly reached at but that didn’t mean you were ready for it. Your stoic face was hiding your faltered confidence and their glaring eyes weren’t giving anything either.

Neos didn’t have a face!

Until now.

“And we’ll deal with you in the morning.” he waved his fingers in your direction and before you could comprehend his actions, you were knocked out with a press of fingers on your neck.

You woke up from your enforced sleep with a pounding head and a numb side. You tried to wake up, propped on your elbow but your effort remained futile. You were once again lying on the cemented floor with your arms placed on your middle. The room was not as dark as it was earlier. There was a small window giving its way to the rays of the light but it wasn’t enough to lighten the whole room. The electric tube was off. You were in a basement. It was morning, you realised. And it was no dream. Yesterday’s acts would serve as life lesson for you, that is, if you lived.

Your train of thoughts came to a halt when the metal door opened with an ear screeching noise. You got up hurriedly on your feet, the dizziness you felt making you stumble a little on your feet. Your body was poorly soar. A giant figure walked towards you. He handed you a water bottle. You were indeed thirsty. You gulped half of the water down your throat, the liquid filling you with relief.

“What if it was poisoned?”

“The bottle was sealed.” you immediately replied. He seemed to be impressed by your quick wit answer.

“I’m Johnny” you would’ve thanked him for getting you out from those restraints yesterday, had they not knocked you out of consciousness. He was heads taller than you and broader as well. You couldn’t even take a glimpse of the door behind him.

“I’m going to tell others that you are up!” with that he waved you goodbye but before he could close the door, you shouted-

“How long I have to stay here? “You questioned innocently with hope that maybe he would drop a hint about their verdict but he only chuckled in response, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Not long after Johnny was gone, the door opened again with same noise. But this time, the whole army was there. You stood up from the chair in defence as you saw them approaching you. The red haired man walked with long strides towards you and stopped before you with crossed arms.

“Read doyoung.” he ordered.

“y/n l/n, orphan. Parents died when she was 4. Grew up in an orphanage. No siblings. Lived in the orphanage till university. She started working in high school to make herself independent though her orphanage is fully funded.Got a full scholarship in SNU in law department and is now pursuing masters with same benefits. Her dorm number is XXX. Her roommate’s name is chelin. She is in psychology department. Y/n has 4 friends including her roommate. Very antisocial. She has special inclination towards music and books. Never had a boyfriend or girlfriend. She wants to be an attorney under Choi’s but they didn’t had an opening last year so she took up master’s course. No current internships. And she gives tutoring to law students on weekends. Her other source of income is freelance writing. And she loves green” he sighed before putting his phone in pocket.

You gasped loudly at the end of his speech. You were stunned. Doyoung recited your whole life story like a mantra in span of few seconds. Each and every word was correct. They caught up to your past in such a short time and now your future was in their hands too. You felt your eyes moistening as you took in everything. They were a lot more powerful than you had thought. They were Neos after all. One of the best.

“Do you know why you aren’t killed yet?” taeyong said monotonously. You shook your head as no.

“because yuta is the one who needs to be reprimanded from being careless not you but here we are. we are mafia. we are supposed to be careful so common people doesn’t get involved in our mess. But as you can see we can’t let your little curiosity ruin our business. Hence, I’m bound to take action as the leader here. You have seen yuta on a crime scene. You have seen all of our faces making you the sole outsider to know what neos look like. We can’t let you get out of here-

“What if I stay quiet? I won’t tell anyone about you people. Take my word for it! and I didn’t ask for your name anyway” you interrupted him to state yourself.

“That’s the problem here! We can’t trust you. I don’t have anything personal against you but it is what it is. We can’t just leave a mole out there! And besides it’s a mutual decision. We decided to find a middle ground. Both of you are going to solve this amicably or else I’ll have to take some strong measures”. He finished with a sigh. He was awfully calm for someone whose business was on the verge of expose.

“b-both of us?” you stammered. Your voice turned smaller and eyes glossier.

“You and yuta” he pointed towards a blonde man who was standing uninterestingly at the back. He was the same killer. A smirk and wave was sent your way. You turned your head to face taeyong again.

“What about me and him?” you were now tired of asking questions.

“There’s no easy way to say this, but if you both get married then I can make sure that-

“I’m not going to marry him or anyone for that matter.” you exclaimed loudly to make yourself clear to each and every person in the room. You were horrified to say the least.

“You will! He retorted with same aggression. “You will marry him. You don’t need me to tell you the other option, kid!” he said with a raised brow.

“Kill me for all you want” you mouth blurted out without any second thought. You wiped your tears with rough motion. No way in the world you were going to marry the man who was a brutal murderer and this was only one side of him that you had witnessed yet. Dying suddenly sounded like a better option.

“How about we convince you” taeyong proposed as he put his hands in the pocket.

“I won’t let you” you spitted.

“Give me a chance, then decide”

Earlier in taeyong’s office

“For fucks sake, stop shouting yuta!” Johnny cursed at yuta who was causing a havoc in the room. He was just informed about his penalty and he had lost his shit since then.

“You ain’t the one getting married, so shut up! Yuta growled at Johnny who only glared at him.

“This isn’t your first time yuta! And we can’t waste more of our time in cleaning up your mess. You need to improve your manners. You are getting reckless and this is not how underground works. You almost exposed us. Apart from doyoung, nobody is aware of the members and even he has to go every other month to clean after you. This has to stop and I’ll make sure you don’t forget the consequences ever in your life.” taeyong fumed at yuta while swinging your bio data papers on his face. Donghyuck had worked for whole night to collect your information.

“She’s not trustworthy”

“I’ve thought it through! Just agree already.”

“I’m not doing it”

“If you don’t then mark have to! You have an hour to think. You or Mark.the finality in taeyong’s voice was clear.

“Why can’t you just kill her?”

“You already know why!”

And yuta knew he had no choice. Taeyong was a man of his words. And mark won’t even try refuse him either. He picked the papers up and stormed out of the room.

“Wasn’t that too harsh. You are practically throwing him into hell. Are you sure about this. She’s a mere girl. We can just get rid of her with money as well!” jaehyun, who was standing beside taeyong, questioned the leader’s absurd decision.

“I know we can. But I want him to learn a lesson and besides she’s not just a girl. She’s going to be an asset.”

feedback is always appreciated. i know there are plenty of grammatical mistakes as english is not the local communication language so i tend to make mistakes!

WELCOME NEW READERS! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS !!

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Chapter 4: My Way

If it were any other day of any other month in any other year before that, he would have refused, but it's not any other day, it's the day that Damian Wayne has accepted that he's fed up with being, precisely, Damian Wayne.

His world was shaken a lot since he was ten years old and when the earthquakes under his feet finally stopped, an earthquake destroyed everything he suffered to build. The relationship with Grayson was taken from him, all his efforts were ignored and trampled on as if they meant nothing. His title was a lie, his privileged position a mirage and being of the same blood, a chain that hurt them both.

Maybe we should just go our separate ways.

"Damian?"

"Daemon Rothschild."

"Uh." Drake just turns to the computer and starts working.

Damian, no, Daemon sits on the floor and takes one of the thrown papers, looking at it as if it were an object of real interest. It is a letter written in French, a delicate curved handwriting that says a lot about the lady who wrote it.

CN has not been on patrols for the past two weeks, his father exhibiting erratic behavior near the fifth anniversary of his wife's disappearance, increasingly desperate to get the two prodigies. CN mentioned that N made a successful recovery after four years of illness, a little longer and would have had the same end as E.

P has started an investigation against HM in his civilian identity for child exploitation, psychological abuse and illegal use of military weapons. Your tests and what was rescued from MK's memory were weighty, even if we don't arrest them for their crimes as HM, GA will spend a lot of time in prison and with TK and PG we have talked about the curses, I was even in contact with the man who you mentioned to me, JC turned out to know a lot about prodigies and provided important information to achieve the goal I mentioned you.

I know you will continue to investigate until you remove all the dirt that HM hides, I hope some of that can be used in court. It's been five long years and you don't know how grateful I'm that we met that night.

Come visit me soon, MDC.

The date is of ten months ago. Drake kept this woman, his activities with her, and the whole criminal affair a secret. Only someone with knowledge of the matter could understand whose initials are, but from the things of a certain Gabriel Agreste scattered all over the floor, you can assume that HM and GA are the same person. A type of villain? That is probable. And the chances that this woman is the same in the photographs are very great.

"Entertaining?" Drake turns to him, looking at him with an amused expression. Daemon assumes that he had everything ready just to add whatever name he chose.

Drake never does anything without having everything done beforehand. In those moments it's even reassuring, it means that he took the time to think about whether carrying it was a good idea, that he's not just a dead weight that he decided to drag without knowing what to do with him, that he took the trouble to make it as significant as his own depart.

"Who is MDC?"

"The person we're meeting with. Now, do you want to go back to the mansion or would you rather we go to dinner?"

"You're acting suspicious, Drake."

"I'm not going to risk that your built-in tracker has a damn microphone, mine had one and it was annoying as hell to get rid of it without raising suspicions." He gets up from his chair when the AI is heard, Kolia, deliver a report.

Batman requests a meeting. The Joker has escaped from Arkham an hour ago.

Perfect.

I haven't even gotten a damn message.

Daemon takes out his phone, which only has a message from Jon advising that his things were taken by Alfred. Unsurprisingly, all of Arkham could have escaped, but his father would not revoke his punishment even on his deathbed.

"You will go?"

Drake walks over to a drawer and pulls out a gold ring? Some kind of double ring attached by a wire? Or something like that. He can't see it well.

"My old Red Robin suit will looks good on you, I'm sure. Do you want to disobey his orders? "He gives him a knowing smile and there's a crazy desire in his gaze to spread the chaos he'd only seen in Todd in his best days.

Will life with Drake be like this?

It seems he have made the right decision, there is only one question left to ask.

"What suit will you wear?"

"The one I used in Paris."

Drake leaves the matchbox in an unknown direction, Daemon immediately follows him so as not to lose him. He doesn't know the apartment, if he wants to wear that suit, if he wants to fight on his own terms, he's not in his plans to get lost.

The hidden part that is the main base of Red Robin is as modern as the bell tower, although he has a small suspicion that accessing this place is much more difficult than the cave. He has no proof, but no doubts either.

"From today you will no longer be Robin, take the suit as a simple transition between what you were and what you will be. When I took the old Red Robin costume, I did it because Jason had already worn it and that meant he was no longer Robin, but more importantly, I was no longer bound by the rules that Batman had set me... I was willing to go so far as necessary in my search for Bruce. "

"Makes sense."

Daemon always thought that wearing that suit and calling himself Red Robin only spoke of a lack of originality, of preparation, but it seems that he also spoke a lot about what Drake intended to do from that moment on. It took a year for him to put on a suit again and hit the streets, it took him a month to settle in and then it was only a matter of time before he left for three years.

"Change out. We will go around Gotham and wait for the night. We can find out what B is planning from Jason."

Drake sits down and activates the central computer, Kolia starts asking for identity checks, very interesting questions, but only one catches his attention.

Girl or boy?

"Girl."

Daemon looks at him for a moment before heading to the locker room, intrigued.

Look at the Red Robin suit in his hands, the suit that marked the change of direction Drake took so long ago. And now it will also mark his.

If there is a better version of me.

I will reach it.

Red Robin slides into the back of the motorcycle with Solarhahn, whose colors are predominantly red and gold with a little orange. The costume is magical, it's easy to guess just by looking at his eyes: the yellow sclera and orange eyes with red that stare back at him, surrounded by a red mask that fades into yellow near the edges. His cape simulates wings that start from the arms, those, he identified, can be detached to become (1) arrows and (2) small throwing blades, depending on his intentions. The costume is predominantly dark red with gold parts on the thighs, chest, and arms, the gloves a shade of red that doesn't decide whether to remain red or turn orange. But the most interesting thing is his black hair that melts into red and ends in gold towards the ends, as if it were on fire.

He couldn't help but give him a second glance when he saw it, the gold ring on his right ring finger, almost hidden by the shade of the gloves.

Drake showed him a little summary of the whole situation, the heroes and his role, but it was all too superficial, but enough to capture the significance of the event.

A very dangerous magical matter, too delicate and of which only Wonder Woman was aware outside of Paris, until Drake crashed with the whole thing in his search for Bruce. That sounds like something that would happen to him, he have that kind of luck.

"Don't ask questions. We will answer everything, but later."

Daemon nods and Drake instructs Kolia to report anything to the communications. That's when he gives him a very particular one and the same yellow color that he wears in his suit. He takes it and puts it on before putting on his hood, at which point the older man starts the motorcycle and the doors begin to open.

As they race through the streets of Gotham at dusk, Daemon looks up at the orange sky.

I extend my corrupted hand... towards a heaven that will no longer receive me.

But I know this is the way to save myself.

To find my way.

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I liked the name Daemon, it's of Greek origin. So, I was looking for names and I found it, I knew it was that. The other name was Demian, after Demian Sinclair from Hernan Hesse's book, but I decided on the other. Also, Daemon can also mean demon if other meanings are looked up and I see it almost as an inside joke that only he and Tim will know.

It was hard for me to write this chapter, I didn't want to make it sad, but I didn't want it to feel out of place either, I hope I made it.

From here it's only a matter of time before Marinette appears on the scene.

What do you think of how the story unfolds so far?

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iridescentxstars · 4 years

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Dirty Little Secrets || Chapter Two

➳ published: 02.06.20 ➳ moodboard credit: @champagne1221 ➳ a collaboration with: @lolothebookworm ➳ Stripper!AU || College!AU || Series || Genre: Smut || Angst || slight Fluff || Romance || Rated: M ➳ Pairing(s): Kim Jongin x OC (Alice) || Choi San x OC (Lydia) ➳ Summary: Everyone has secrets, no matter who you are or where you are from, everyone has a dirty little secret that they want to remain hidden. That’s the thing with secrets though - they tend to have a habit of getting out. ➳ Warnings: alcohol consumption, partying ➳ Word Count: 9.4k

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They heard the music starting to be arranged, the DJ mixing a few tracks and doing a mic check; his voice had a jovial sound, matching that of his name and mask DJ Laughing Monkey. “He really went all out with the DJ name,” Alice spoke with an amused grin as she opened her locker. “Did you see what he was wearing? He looks like Abu without a cap, now all we need is Mr. Wolf to come out in a vest, open and-”

“Alice! Focus!” Lydia chided under her breath, grabbing a modest midnight purple dress. It flowed out from the waist and resembled something that one would wear to a ball rather than work. The skirt is lace, cubic zirconia of various sizes sparkled when the light caught them at the right angle and it is paired with matching jewellery and make up.

“For tonight only.” Alice scoffed reading the card placed with the jewellery and matching mask. “If you want real diamonds, I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.” Lydia shushed her, picking up the mask and inspecting it. The cream white bunny mask had soft purple accents and perfectly matched everything else.

Taemin had informed them that on these special nights, they would be required to wear certain attire and their normal mask would be replaced for that night with one to go with everything.

“He really goes all out, doesn’t he?” Alice held up her own dress for the night; the deep blue sequin dress is designed to hug her form, a slit in the thigh allows more movement but Alice is more amused with how small it looks. “You will look like Cinderella at the ball, while I…”

“Look like my slutty step-sister.” Alice chuckled when she heard a gasp coming from someone behind her. The comment didn’t affect her one bit because she knew that Lydia is only teasing, just like Alice constantly teases her about being a stuck-up prude when she turns her nose up at certain things. “Except for the mask. I think you own this dress, or something similar, either way it looks way too small to be considered appropriate work attire.”

Alice held up her mask, a matching deep blue with silver accents, over her face and gave Lydia a Cheshire Cat grin. “Good thing we work in a strip club then, isn’t it?”

Both girls gathered their items and headed over to do their make-up as required and get dressed. Alice had to do a little more work in this department than Lydia because it’s required for anyone that has tattoos and piercings to cover them up with make-up and remove all piercings except one set of lobes; it was because the club flaunted anonymity and tattoos and piercings were a tell for your identity. There’s excited chit-chat and gossiping amongst all the new staff, no names shared but all happy to talk about how they came to hear about this place. Alice grinned when she smacked her lips together, pleased with how the blue of her make-up and mask made her eyes pop; while Lydia gave herself one last look in the mirror to make sure the dress wasn’t bunched up in the wrong place. Alice sighed, helping out her friend with the back of the dress before turning in the direction of their visitor – Lady Peacock.

“When you’re ready.” She spoke with a delicate tone, seductive even with the staff, before she turned on her heel and led the way down the hallway towards the magnificently decorated club. The curtains are all blue velvet, the lights fitted with star stencils, deep purple lights surrounded the bar and a sign labelled The Milky Way indicated the hallway that led to the private rooms.

Taemin, or Sly Hyena as he said to be called on the floor, stood with his half-face mask and a sly grin with male staff. Alice excitedly nudged Lydia as she noticed that all the male staff have open vests that match the colour scheme and that a certain stripper’s fitted, black dress slacks showed off an impressive pair of thighs. Lydia tried to keep her attention on the manager but there was one of the men from the other night, his white fox mask replaced with black and gold, who happened to be snatching her attention because he was so intent at staring at her that she couldn’t help but meet his gaze.

There was something about him.

“Ladies, thank you for joining us.” Taemin chuckled, making a point at how the males had to do little to nothing in terms of their appearance while the females had to do make-up, hair and complicated dresses. “Tonight isn’t only opening night but it is also a themed night.” There were a few murmurs throughout the staff about the theme. “As you may have guessed, we have a night sky styled theme; stars, midnight colours as well as playing into certain looks of how some may seem before the stroke of midnight.”

“That explains your dress.” Alice whispered.

“The theme for the night is ‘Midnight Magic’ and everything matches the theme in some way or another. The strippers will be putting on a show that you’ll wish were your dream come true, the cocktail of the night is Starry Night, a galaxy in your glass, and the patrons must abide by the theme. Hosts and hostesses, if someone is not dressed appropriately, do not allow them entry.” Lydia gulped thickly and Alice reached over to hold her hand, comforting her for the moment. “If there happens to be any trouble, do not hesitate to call myself or one of the bouncers.” Everyone nodded. “For the basic rules, this is your first night and I do expect some mistakes to be made but I also expect my staff to follow the rules that are laid out in the dressing rooms. These three rules apply to everyone, no matter what position, no matter whether they are staff or patrons. You must follow these three rules without fail.”

“Rule number one: We do not speak about Paradise. Outside of these walls, you will not speak about the things you see here; no one is allowed to know what goes on otherwise we lose the illusion we work so hard to create. This club is open to all who are willing to pay the price but with that price comes anonymity, we deal with upperclassmen and breaking this rule could lose us business – as well as you, a job.” Taemin hid the veiled threat behind a grin and Lydia felt a shiver go down her spine while Alice remained unbothered. She deals with people like this all the time, the secrecy of what happens behind closed doors so these types of warnings are nothing more than a typical evening dinner with her family. “Rule number two: no means no. Flirting is encouraged amongst the staff and the patrons, it is your job to be alluring, to make them spend more money and it is part of the fun for them to have their fantasies met but consent is key. If you are being flirted with and you begin to feel uncomfortable, as some of the VIP will request certain things, you can say no and they have to respect that. Though, this applies for staff-on-staff flirtations; if you are told to stop, stop, otherwise you don’t bother coming back.” A few of the female staff visibly relaxed with this rule, Lydia being one of them.

“Rule number three: anonymity is key. You must refer to the nicknames given when speaking to each other and you are not allowed to give out personal details to other staff members or patrons. This rule applies to the patron side as well. We deal with all sorts here and some are in positions that could suffer if it was discovered that they do certain… things while in the safety of Paradise. If for some reason, a patron wants to give you personal details or you want to give out your own – you must do so outside of the club and in your own time where it cannot come back and negatively impact Paradise.” Rubbing his hands together, he looked over the staff, taking in every nervous smile and excited shiver before going on to explain certain details in regards to private dances, disruptions and as well as drinking on the job.

Everyone is sent off to their respective areas, all with their instructions on how to survive their first night. The strippers go backstage, stretching and preparing for their sets. The DJ returns to his booth, pressing play and doing a final check. The bartenders and wait staff head over to the bar, talking about sections and what drinks are what. The hosting staff head over to their stations by the entrance, double checking the list for appropriate attire and getting the frequency on the radio set up to communicate quickly with the bouncers in case something goes awry.

“Let the show begin!” Taemin’s voice echoes over the speakers and everyone is ready for opening night.

“Please, let me show you to your seat.” Lydia gestured for the two gentlemen to follow her. She led them past the bar before reaching one of the seating areas on the left side of the stage. “If you need anything, hail one of the wait staff and they will be happy to provide you with service.”

“What service do you provide, sweetheart?” Lydia’s smile didn’t falter, her gag reflex nearly gave her away but she reminded herself that this is just part of the job. She didn’t have to engage with them if she didn’t want to but some form of flirting would be required.

Tilting her head to the side and giving him a wink, Lydia put on her flirt on. “Well, maybe you’ll just have to come back another time and see what kind of services I can provide you.” Blowing them a kiss, she turned her back and walked away with a stiffer step; the implication in his tone made her uneasy but she reminded herself that not every patron would be as greasy as him and it helped the bile remain in her stomach. “How do you do this?” She nodded to the bar staff to give her a shot before she headed back over to her station.

Alice leaned back against the bar, sharp eyes scanning over the crowd for someone in particular. “You just remember that you’re getting paid to flirt. You are literally being paid to be everything you practically hate, Bunny. Just think of the pay check and that’ll help you from wanting to throw up over the next patron to hit on you.”

“How did-”

“Please, you may have been wearing a smile, sis, but you were practically screaming on the inside.” Alice laughed at the small pout forming on Lydia’s lips and she playfully tapped her best friend’s chin. “Don’t pout, someone might threaten to bite that lip.”

Lydia scoffed, throwing her head back and feeling the burn travel down her throat. “Sorry that not everyone enjoys flirting for a living.” She bites back and Alice gasped in faked horror. “This is just your typical night out – you don’t even need the money.”

“True but it’s so much fun to actually be paid to flirt with the strikingly handsome stripper who is currently heading over to that group of women. It’s so much more fulfilling to flirt with him and then pay for a little game of seven minutes in heaven with money I don’t need.” Anyone who heard Alice speak about money would think that she’s a spoilt girl who loved to splash out all the time but Lydia knew better.

Alice would buy her anything. If she needed new shoes, Alice would take her and never let her argue; the textbooks Lydia needed for this year were paid for by Alice and the roof over her head was so graciously paid for by Alice. Alice would happily give those she loved the world and what surprised Lydia the most – what surprised most people who learn about Alice – is that she doesn’t want anything in return other than a genuine friendship. Alice may love to doll up her friend in the latest fashion – under protest – but she was very minimal when it came to her own purchases; no room-sized closet filled with handbags and dresses, and she didn’t own a thousand pairs of shoes.

The only thing Lydia noticed that Alice couldn’t resist buying was teddy bears.

“Kitten,” Lydia knew that nickname was going to give Alice some form of super-flirtation-powers when used by the right man; she could already see the cat-like grin playing on her friend’s lips. “Behave for tonight, at least, start your conquest another night - not on our first night. Please.”

Tapping her chin, Alice pretends to think about it. Lydia missed the quick glance her blue eyes gave the fox bartender, the way their eyes met and Alice’s grin widened. “Maybe if you beg for it then I’ll consider being a good girl.”

“Fuck you.” Lydia rolled her eyes, taking her leave and leaving Alice to chuckle as she went off to actually do her job. “I swear she’s a little bitch.” She continued to mutter under her breath before relieving one of the other hostesses.

As she’s fuming about her best friend’s shithead behaviour, a lady walked in clad tightly in a burgundy dress short enough for her to be considered one of the strippers. Lydia and Tom Cat gave each other a weary look before she took a deep breath and took one for the team; logically, it would have been better to allow someone else to do this but Lydia didn’t like to be compared to as a damsel – so she decided to suck it up because it wasn’t going to get easier without practice.

But, maybe, she bit off more than she could chew.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” Lydia smiled at her, only to be met with a disgusted look.

“What?”

“Tonight, there is a theme. We require you to be dressed appropriately, otherwise I will have to kindly ask you to leave.” She spoke as politely as she could, keeping a smile on her face but it seemed that this woman wasn’t someone who liked to be told what she could and couldn’t do.

She scoffed, attempting to push past Lydia but she blocked the path. “Move.” Her painted red lips curled into a snarl and eyes shooting daggers when Lydia remained where she was. Albeit, her heart had begun pounding in her ears as she tried to stay strong for the sake of her job. “You little bitch, get out of my way. How dare you deny me entry? Do you know who I am?” Lydia flinched a little as the woman’s voice grew louder. “I’m here to see someone and I am of importance so if you fancy your job – I would move!”

The screeching of her voice attracted attention from nearby patrons – as well as a certain blonde waitress that saw someone she loved starting to recoil and the bartender with hair that matched his name. He watched as Kitten stormed over to the raging woman, dumping her tray on the bar before pulling Bunny behind her as she stared down the woman.

“And who are you?” Kitten chuckled when the woman looked taken aback by her question. “If you don’t do as you’re told, I guarantee you, you’ll be nobody because if you fancy your job – you will leave.”

San was very impressed with her no-shit attitude and the way she spoke – calmly but with a hint of a threat – reminded him of someone he knew. He can’t confirm his hunch because it was nothing more than that and there’s probably a thousand women out there who were raised by the very elites that sat in the club and spoke in the same manner.

He watched as Kitten held Bunny’s hand and pulled her towards the bar, comforting her and looking ready to chase that woman down. Bunny shook her head, smiling at the waitress. “You should go back to work; I’m going to have another drink before going back over.” Kitten gave her a soft smile before putting back on a flirtatious grin and walking over to a group of men looking her way.

“What will it be?” San shot Bunny a smile when she sat down at the bar.

“You’re the bartender. Surprise me.”

He chuckled, eyeing her up and down before mixing a cocktail that caused her to narrow her eyes in suspicion. “This is called Sweet and Spicy, which I am sure is a lot like you.” He winked and Bunny held a laugh, “you’re not used to the whole flirting scene, huh?”

“My friend would say that I could master anything but flirting is something I suck at.” She took a sip of the drink, unsure whether to go for another or spit it out. San chuckled because even without seeing her facial expressions, he knew what was going through her head. The drink has a sweet lime syrup and rambutans but gains its spiciness from jalapeno slices; it’s not something one would often drink but it is a fun way to make conversation. “I am not sure what I think of this.” She said, tilting her head to the side and looked at him quizzically.

“I thought you’d be sweet enough that you wouldn’t mind a little bit of spice.” He gave Bunny a cheeky smirk and her green-grey eyes widened before she pushed the drink away and tapped the bar for a proper one.

“How many girls have you used that on?”

San hummed, pouring her a raspberry vodka. “Depends, did it work?”

Bunny laughed out loud and San found he quite liked that sound of it. “Barely. It was smooth but it barely made a dent.”

“Well then,” he shrugged, turning his attention to one of the waiters for a moment. Bunny didn’t take her eyes off him for a second and San was pleased with himself - she’s a tough one to crack but he’s always up for a challenge. Giving her his full attention again, San shrugged. “You’re the only one I’ve said that too, that’s the first time I made that cocktail so maybe I’ll have to try something else.”

“Maybe you were given the wrong job here. If your drinks are as bad as your pick-up lines then the customers will remain sober.” San feigned shock, placing his hand over his heart while Bunny giggled a little at his playful dramatics.

“Well, at least I know how to flirt - and make pretty girls smile.” She looked away, suddenly interested in the dancer on stage but San didn’t let it deter him. He was getting paid to flirt and he’s having fun making the lady in the bunny mask get flustered despite the way she carried herself. He’s sure he knew it from somewhere but no one in particular stood out so why not help her work on her terrible flirting skills while trying to put a name to the mysterious Cinderella.

As Alice collected a couple’s empty glasses, the man grabbed her wrist and encouraged her closer. “How about you bring us a few more drinks and one for yourself?” His wife, or girlfriend, Alice didn’t really care, gave her a once-over before nodding in approval.

Batting her lashes, Alice licks her lips before whispering in his ear. “Of course, sir. Please, give me a second and I’ll be right back.” He released her and she bowed slightly before walking away with a more exaggerated sway of the hips. She grinned at how great this job was, the perfect job for a rebellious heir of a multi-million dollar company; she was paid to flirt, to be naughty and the real perk of the job was that one of the strippers was exactly her type.

“Let’s hear a round of applause for the lovely Lady Peacock. Gentlemen, I would take a moment to secure your women because I guarantee that the next dancer is about to make them fall to their knees.” DJ Laughing Monkey announced the change of dancers with his jovial flair and a slightly crazed laugh. The music changed to a more sensual tone and Alice hurried her feet to the bar where she spied Lydia horribly attempting to flirt with the bartender, Golden Fox.

“Careful,” she placed the empties on the bar and winked at Lydia, “she’ll eat you alive this one. She may be terrible at flirting but her bite is much worse than her bark.”

“Don’t you mean bark is worse than the bite? Come now, even you should know the right idiom, Kitten.” Lydia teased right back and Alice slid up to her friend’s side, wrapping her arm over her shoulder while listing off the drinks that the couple wanted.

“No, my love, I mean what I mean. Careful, Golden Fox, this one bites - literally.” Lydia slapped her away and Alice laughed before grabbing the drinks and blowing her a kiss. “Behave yourself now, Bunny, the walk of shame doesn’t look good on a straight A student.”

“Bite me!”

“Happily,” Alice clamped her teeth together before turning her back on one form of entertainment before finding her next. The curtains pulled back and she walked with purpose, reaching the couple just in time for DJ Laughing Monkey’s introduction.

“He’s a true wolf in sheep’s clothing, he coined the name Big Bad and tonight, he’ll have you howling at the moon. Ladies, quench that thirst and give it up for Mr. Wolf.”

Alice placed down the drinks and the man pulled her down onto his lap and buried his face into her neck. The woman shuffled close enough to pull her legs over her own and traced soft patterns into the exposed flesh while her eyes and Alice’s looked up at the stage. Party Monster begins playing and Alice immediately can tell that it’s going to be good when he shrugged off the open vest and began dancing so sharply and sensually to the low bass. You may not have, but anyone with two eyes could tell that he demanded attention with his movements; perfectly timed hip thrusts and changing levels that kept focus completely and utterly on him. Either that, or the women were completely entranced by the body on this man.

His dark eyes met hers and Alice took her chance; throwing her head back and letting the man mouth her pulse while the woman’s eyes shifted from Mr. Wolf to her body begging to be touched. Every time that he danced in front of them, they would lock eyes and Alice would bite her lip, let herself be touched openly or even unabashedly moan when he thrusted his hips in her direction; she was determined to have him and she didn’t care whether it was another man touching her - as long as it was his hands trailing under her dress later on.

The song finished as quickly as it had started and she resisted the urge to pout in disappointment because she was so close to getting what she wanted – but there is always another chance for those willing to take it. “Thank you for the entertainment, sweetheart.” The woman held out a generous tip and winked at her. “We will surely be back.”

Biting her lip playfully, Alice took the money and made the point of placing it between her cleavage. “If you come without him, maybe I can steal all your attention, ma’am.” She blew a kiss and finished her drink before taking her leave with the empties. Alice saw Lydia walking towards her and quickly pulled the tip out and stopped her friend. “You can buy dinner tonight, sis. Maybe buy yourself a flirting lesson or two.” Lydia wanted to respond but because she was on her way to seat someone, she couldn’t play into her friend’s game.

His eyes watched from the shadows as Kitten stopped Bunny and spoke to her, placing money into her hand before walking away with a teasing Cheshire Cat grin that he assumed might be her signature – though, she’s an enigma even if she presents herself so openly to the world around her, she’s not so easily to figure out. Jongin avoided getting involved with the staff because he knew that some of them are more than likely his students but the moment that he laid eyes on her – he wanted to break his own rules just to know her.

Lady Peacock, Seulgi, came over and tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to tear his eyes away from the pretty kitten leaning against the bar with her ass begging to be slapped as someone walked past. “One might think you’re actually interested in one of the new playthings Taemin brought in.” She followed his line of sight to where Kitten was laughing politely to something a patron had said. “Oh, yes, her, that makes so much sense; she’s a bit of a wild thing by the looks of her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jongin was about to look away when she caught his eye, excusing herself to make her way towards him. “And stop calling them playthings, you know how much he hates it when you call them that. They are just as much as his employees as we are.”

Rolling her eyes, Seulgi pulled his chin towards her with her forefinger. “Make me stop.” He slapped her hand away from him and she chuckled, patting his sweaty chest and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I’m not your type but she sure is. Maybe, you’ll finally learn the definition of letting loose instead of staying so tightly wound.”

As Seulgi strutted off, finding her next victim, Kitten came to a stop in front of him and openly looked him up and down, eyes focused on a droplet of sweat dripping down the side of his neck. “You are a phenomenal dancer.” She cocked her head and gave him a coquettish grin, “but I bet you hear that all the time.”

Jongin chuckled, “surprisingly no. I do hear it in other ways but none as flattering as phenomenal.”

“Is it flattery when it’s the honest truth, Mr. Wolf?” She batted her eyelashes, her sultry tone adding to her seductive ways. Jongin knew the moment she came to stand before him, that she was going to be trouble but wasn’t that what he wanted? He wanted the risk, to do things he couldn’t do because of his reputation and job but that’s the beauty of Paradise - he could let his deepest desires free and push his own limits, be anything he wanted to be.

The way she said his nickname did such things to him that he wanted to hear it again - but in a way that wasn’t appropriate for work. He grinned, predatory and wolfish, as he met her pretty blue eyes, sparkling with her own desires. “Oh, Kitten,” the way she physically shuddered caused a part of him to growl with delight. She was definitely his type; someone who wanted to release control despite how much they pretend to have it and need that safety in it.

A sweet thing like her would be perfect for him.

“You weren’t giving me your full attention though, how could you know the honest truth when someone else was taking your attention?” Kitten looked momentarily surprised by his words, almost bowing her head before she smiled and took a step forward, closing the gap between them.

“Well then, Mr. Wolf, maybe you should teach me a lesson about paying attention. I’m sure you’re a wonderful teacher.” He suppressed his nervous habit, keeping in character - the mask he wore for the club being the other side to him.

There was no way she could possibly know who he was, her words nothing more than a teasing invitation to indulge in playful flirtation - right? Of course not, but this is another reason why he should keep her close so that he could keep an eye on her… well, that’s what he told himself.

The door is kicked open and laughter fills the apartment. “Seriously, she put it down your dress? Alice, I think you were assigned the wrong mask - you’re a vixen, not a kitten.”

“Oh no, sis, I think it’s you who should get the vixen mask because it’ll match with your mystery bartender.” Alice kicked off her shoes and walked into the kitchen to place the food on the counter. “Though, he’s got serious game while you looked like a fish floundering out of water.” Lydia threw a grape at her which Alice dodged, laughing harder at her friend. “You know, I could teach you.”

“Nope. No thanks, I’ll pass.”

“Come on~” Alice whined as she batted her long eyelashes and pouted. “I’ll make you a deal.” The words lingered for a moment before mirth began to swirl in Alice’s eyes when Lydia began to look interested. “You let me teach you how to flirt and I’ll do the housework for a month.”

“We have a maid for that, you barely remember to clean your room out once a week so you really think I’ll believe that you’ll clean the whole apartment for a month?” Lydia scoffed and Alice rolled her eyes, biting her lip and tapping the counter while Lydia got the food out of the bags. “At least that tip went to good use, food paid for by me.”

“I’ll study.” Lydia’s hand paused midair and Alice knew she had her on the hook - now to reel her in. “I’ll pay attention in all of my classes and I’ll study without any complaints for a month.”

“You’re that desperate to teach me how to flirt?”

“You’re that desperate to get me to study?”

The girls both started to laugh, nudging each other playfully as they unpacked the food and settled in for the night. “Fine,” Lydia said after they reached their rooms, ready for bed. “But you have to do it for all your classes, Alice and not just the one with Mr. Kim.”

“Hmm, Mr. Wolf and Mr. Kim…”

Lydia gagged. “Stop acting like a bitch in heat, it’s gross.”

“And yet, you love this bitch.” They giggled for a moment before Alice continued, “It’s a win-win situation for us; you have me giving my full attention for a solid month, no complaints, and I don’t have to watch the painful sight that is you trying to flirt at work.”

“Are you going to stop drooling over Mr. Kim or stop trying to hump Mr. Wolf’s leg?”

Alice shook her head with a broad grin. “Hell no. That’s not the deal.” Before Lydia could say anything, she made her escape. “Love you! Night!”

The sun felt nice against her skin, her body stretched out like a lazy cat in the sun while Lydia read in the shade. The two of them were enjoying a beautiful sunny Saturday, the morning was filled with chirping birds and a peaceful calm as people were either off campus or still asleep from a late night. The star gazing gazebo has become a Summer hangout when they didn’t have to rush around and get things done; it’s a place where Alice can relax, enjoy the sun and Lydia can read a good book, enjoy her friend’s rare quietness and feel like she’s escaping the stressed reality that is college life.

A loud cheer echoed around the common, Lydia groaning while Alice turned her head to the side and pried an eye open to see who was disturbing their silence. A group of frat boys were slapping flyers everywhere, handing them to the few rare people who were unfortunate to cross their paths. “It looks like the Zetas are having a party tonight.” Alice lazily announced, turning her head to look at Lydia, who is looking at the noisemakers with disdain. “Hey now, this is the perfect opportunity to begin your training.

“You sound like every Kung Fu Master at the beginning of the prophesized hero’s journey to fulfilling his destiny.”

“Ah, young Grasshopper.” Alice put on an old man’s voice and sat up with her legs crossed. “You have much to learn.” Lydia stretched out her foot and pushed her onto her side, causing the younger woman to start laughing before Lydia joined in. They are both laughing, teasing each other when Choi San waltzed up and blocked Alice’s lovely sun rays. “Excuse you.” She looked up at him with an annoyed frown.

“Morning to you, too.” He grinned slightly, showing the smallest hint of a dimple. “Did you ladies see that the Delta’s are having a party tonight?”

“And let me guess, you’re going?” Alice was impartial to whether pretty boy San was attending or not; she just wanted him to step out of her sunshine.

“Only if you’re going?” San looked over at Lydia, who looked slightly gobsmacked by his direct question.

Looking between the two, Alice smirked, encouraging San to move over with a nudge from her foot. This was an interesting development, the popular kid on the block was intrigued by the quiet bookworm’s disinterest in him; maybe teaching to flirt wasn’t going to be so hard after all.

Lydia opened her mouth, about to say something when Alice jumped up. “Of course she’s going to be there. What’s the theme? If they do toga, I’m going to puke.”

“It’s Hawaiian.” San smiled. “Starts at 8.”

“Perfect. Now shoo, us girls need to go and get ready.”

Winking at Lydia, San took his leave and Lydia slammed down her book, throwing Alice an icy glare. “No.”

“Now, now, don’t be so hasty.”

“Alice, no. You already forced me to follow him on social media - don’t play this game.”

“Question, did you unfollow him?” Lydia froze, eyes narrowing while Alice’s grin grew. “You want me to study, you need to learn how to flirt, what better way to do that than at a party with a hot boy ready to back you into a corner and talk dirty to you?”

“Ugh,” Lydia rolled her eyes, covering her face with her hand, cheeks slowly tinting a soft pink. “I hate when you use logic against me. You didn’t have to be so lewd, though.”

With a laugh, Alice pulled her friend up and they began packing up their gear to head back to the apartment. “And lose the chance to make you blush?” Lydia slapped her arm playfully, shaking her head because she knew that once Alice got an idea - there was no swaying here. Not unless there was something to distract her.

The music is pumping through the crowded rooms, speakers set up in a way that no matter where you were in the house - you could hear the music. Kegs were outside, allowing you to grab a drink before even walking in the door and bodies crammed together in the large living area, dancing to whatever was playing. The only thing that seemed to match the party theme outside of the attire was the neon light that indicated where the kitchen was and that most of the drinks were put into coconuts. The men wore either Hawaiian shirts or decided to forgo a shirt at all and wear khaki shorts and flip flops while the ladies all wore leis on their head or around their neck, floral patterned dresses while Alice took a different route and dressed up as a Hula girl.

While Alice wore something that showed off her body, Lydia dressed up modestly but accentuated her curves.

“Trust the Delta’s to find a theme that had so much potential and completely slack on it.” Lydia grumbled, sipping on the drink she was given. Sucking beer through a straw was a very strange feeling and Lydia didn’t attempt to make her dislike for it unknown. Her nose scrunched up as she drank while Alice dragged her through the dance floor to a good spot. “They could have had this outside, done a proper tiki bar and-”

“Oh my God,” Alice groans, exasperated. “We need to get you more alcohol, something stronger than beer.” She looked over at the near empty kitchen, a few people standing around chatting and a certain golden blonde male mixing drinks. “Well, well, well, look who’s in the kitchen.”

“Nope.” Lydia held fast when Alice tried to tug her in the direction of the kitchen. “Alice, no. I’m not drunk enough.”

Sighing dramatically, Alice let go and pushed her coconut into Lydia’s hand. “Well then, you need more to drink - something strong to be prepared for lesson number one.” Alice thrusted her coconut into Lydia’s free hand and walked towards the kitchen with purpose. San saw Alice walking into the kitchen and held out a coconut. “How do I know you aren’t trying to roofie my friend, or me?” She narrowed her eyes and handed the drink to someone else, “come on, San, if you can impress me with your bartending skills then maybe I can give us what we both want.”

With a nonchalant shrug, San began making another pina colada and put on an extra show; when Alice wanted something, she normally got what she wanted even if she actually didn’t care whether she did or not. Her reputation and status had people eager to please her. San didn’t care about her though, she had never been a blip on his radar because you had to be a certain type of man to try with a girl like her, but Lydia… Lydia is one of those girls who came along rarely amongst this crowd. She was new, she didn’t care about who he was or why he was popular, she didn’t care about who was hot and whose Daddy could afford a private jet. Lydia couldn’t be charmed with a winning smile and smooth words, she was an intellectual, she wanted conversations that got her thinking and San hasn’t stopped thinking about what made her tick.

“Tell your friend that I’m taking requests, I’ll be happy to mix her up whatever she liked.” Alice and San exchanged knowing smiles before she turned on her heel and practically skipped over to Lydia.

With San watching from afar.

“A pina colada from the handsome bartender.” Alice gave her the cocktail coconut and realised that her friend was coconut-less. “Someone was thirsty.”

Feeling the slightly-good-feels that alcohol brings, Lydia began swaying to the music. “You want me to flirt, you want me to flirt with Mr. Popular, I need to be at least half way to tipsy.” Even though she was dreading the thought, Lydia decided to let go for a moment and enjoyed a dance with her annoying best friend.

“Excuse you.” Lydia stumbled as someone knocked into her on their way past, spilling a little of her drink on herself. “Watch where you’re dancing.”

Alice scoffed, standing in front of the girl who rudely knocked into them and stopped her from walking away. “Apologise.”

“Alice, it’s okay.” Lydia spoke softly over the loud music, beginning to feel eyes fall on them. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck no. You didn’t do anything, this bitch should have been looking where she was going.” Alice looked her up and down before sucking on her teeth. “First, you’re going to apologise to my girl and then you’re going to make sure I don’t see you again for the rest of the night. Understand?”

“Who are you? Typical rich girl who thinks she owns the place because Daddy has money? Sorry sweetheart but she was in my way.” Lydia interlaced her fingers with Alice’s, trying to calm the storm and Alice took a deep breath. San watched as Alice’s posture relaxed, her back straightened and she even tilted her head to the side while Lydia begged her not to cause a scene. The scene looked strangely similar to something he had witnessed in the club and that feeling he had previously was close to being confirmed.

“My parents own Wallace Technologies.” The girl’s eyes widened slightly at the name drop. “For my friend’s sake, I’m not going to do anything right now but know I will make your life a living hell if you mess with her again.” Alice spoke calmly, giving the girl a few moments to take her leave before shaking off all the bad emotions and giving Lydia a once-over. “You okay? How is it that you can step a girl out in the library for being a loud, obnoxious bitch but you freeze when someone confronts you?”

“Not drunk enough, Alice. How about we focus on whatever diabolical plan you have brewing in your mind, hmm?” Lydia brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her friend’s face and smiled at her, hoping she didn’t allow someone to ruin their night together. A smile from Lydia was all that Alice needed to put the minor hiccup behind them; they began dancing and singing to Dance Monkey and laughing as they found more beer to drink and laughed over their own silly dances.

A few songs had passed and they were both on the sweet verge of tipsy when Lydia offered to get them the next round of drinks. “You got the last two, I think I might be ready to begin my lessons.” Alice gave a teasing ooo when her attention got stolen by someone walking through the crowd. “Oh I know that look; I’m not even going to bother coming back because you’re about to abandon me for a piece of ass.”

“And you’re about to do the same.”

“We could say that this was under duress while yours would be more explained as that you can’t keep it in your pants.”

“I don’t have a dick, Lyd.”

Giving her that look, Lydia cocked an eyebrow and let out a short laugh. “Sometimes, I do wonder.” Scrunching her nose and poking out her tongue defiantly, Alice walked towards the silver-haired teacher’s assistant dressed in white Hawaiian shirt tucked into his tight black jeans while Lydia walked in the direction of the kitchen, steeling herself to face the golden-blonde pretty boy dressed in bright blue Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts.

San gave Lydia a smile when she sighed and readied herself for what was about to transpire. “I’ve heard that you’re a talented bartender...that you’re taking requests?”

“Alice did pass on my message, I’m happy to hear that.” San smiled wider, letting the full impact of his dimples be known. He’s pleased when Lydia bit her lip briefly before shaking her head and indicating to the drinks. “What would you like?”

“You’re the bartender. Surprise me.” He’s smacked with a full moment of deja vu and he took a moment to revel in the fact that he was right with his hunch. With a flair for the theatrics, San prepared a drink that’ll hopefully create a little spark for Lydia.

He began making the drink, thinking about what they should talk about because he can’t casually flirt because she doesn’t care about the typical moves but maybe he can break the ice with something that’ll make her smile - like it did the other night. “This is called Sweet and Spicy, which I’m sure is a lot like you.” A crooked smile brought attention to his dimple as Lydia blinked a few times before clicking to who he was.

“How’d you know?”

“Alice isn’t someone who screams subtlety.” Lydia chuckled as she sipped on the drink and San fished for a compliment. “Like it?”

Shaking her head, Lydia placed the coconut down and laughed. “It’s still an acquired taste and still is a really bad pick up line.”

“It made you smile, so I think it’s not that bad.”

Blushing deeply, Lydia couldn’t believe she was allowing herself to be so charmed with corny pick up lines and a cute dimple. “Did Alice put you up to this? She’s hell bent on using you to distract me, and tonight, she’s forcing me to learn how to flirt.”

San let out a boisterous laugh. “You could use some practice.” Lydia’s brow furrowed and she rolled her eyes, grabbing a bottle and inspecting it. “Hey, what are you doing?” He went to grab the bottle but Lydia put it out of his reach.

“You made me a drink, now I’m making you one.”

“Do you know how to make a cocktail?”

Nodding slowly, Lydia tried to remember the blue concoction she made a few years back. “I know one or two.”

Realising that this was a fun path to follow, a path that she was happy to go along, San conceded in letting Lydia mixing him a drink - something he didn’t do too often, or at all. “Okay, hit me with your best shot.” The challenge made Lydia smile and she didn’t think twice about playing a little game with San - she could let loose for a little while, it’s not like her best friend was ready to go home yet so she might as well occupy her time with someone who was proving to be more interesting than she had originally thought.

Wall-hugging was never something that Jongin would think that he would do but he didn’t know quite how to mingle in a party filled with a majority of his students. His friend had asked him to come, their girlfriend attending the college but the moment that Jongin arrived, they had disappeared and left Jongin awkwardly standing by himself with a beer in his hand. He was a few drinks in already, a light buzz going on but still not enough to make his presence known by going onto the dance floor and showing a majority of these people what dirty dancing really looked like.

They were here to have fun, something that he should be doing instead of analyzing how most of the men were doing all the wrong things - especially basically humping their victims from behind like a dog.

“The dance teacher who doesn’t dance.” Jongin looked next to him to find Alice casually sipping on a coconut, not looking at him but the crowd. “Isn’t that a little ironic?”

He gave her a once-over, noticing the cursive quote over her heart, with every heartbeat, Jongin wondered what that meant but his eyes were naturally drawn to her low cleavage and exposed midriff before he looked back at her side profile. Alice wore the slightest hint of a smirk, knowing full well that he was checking her out. “Are you offering me a dance?”

Shrugging, Alice looked at him with a curious raise of the brow. “Only if you are willing to accept.”

He knew it might not be appropriate, offering her his hand and letting her pull him amongst the crowd of sweaty bodies. He was cautious at first, bopping along to the song while Alice mimicked his posture and moves. It seemed like she was mocking him, teasing him for being so stiff in his movements when he’s a dance teacher.

Even though he’s more than that, not that she knew that.

The song changed, Shameless, and Jongin couldn’t help the blush on his cheeks because the longer they danced, the thicker the tension grew and the closer they became. Jongin’s hands fell naturally on her waist, guiding her hips as they closed whatever distance was between them; he spun her around, back to his chest and they moved in time with the music. Her hands ran through his hair, his ran over her exposed abdomen and slowly up and down her body as she leaned her head back against his shoulder, ass purposely pressing against him.

Alice was enjoying this, enjoying the restraint he was having even if he was letting himself enjoy her for the moment. She wanted to see how it looked when Jongin lost control, if that was something that he could do but for right now, she relished in the way his large hands felt on her skin and how the slow bump and grind was beginning to affect him.

“Who’s up for body shots?!”

Lydia could practically hear Alice squealing at the announcement while she loudly groaned and San looked at her. “What genius came up with this idea?” She grumbled, watching the crowd make their way through the kitchen into the backyard. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Well, that’s probably a good thing because I don’t want you to throw up on me.” San laughed when Lydia threw him a dirty look. “Where’s the harm in it? It’s just me.”

That was exactly the problem. It was San. San, who shouldn’t be appealing to her but he was proving himself to be more intriguing than what she originally thought. Mr Popular could actually hold a conversation, made jokes about how he didn’t actually know how he came to gain the reputation he had and how he didn’t actually care for it. San didn’t make her feel like she was strange because she didn’t care about trending on Twitter or who had the most followers on Instagram, he listened when she started talking about why certain liqueurs taste better than others and she found herself enjoying his company.

“Lydia! Come on!” Alice called as she dragged a reluctant Jongin by the hand, his cheeks a deep red.

“Alice!” She chased after her, San following close behind. “You shouldn’t force Mr. Kim to do something that is clearly making him uncomfortable.”

Alice stopped, looking at Jongin and batted her long eyelashes, giving him the full power of her big blue eyes. “Does the idea of licking salt off my body make you uncomfortable, Mr. Kim?” Jongin was drunk enough that the shiver he normally would have been able to suppress shook his body at the way she said his name.

The way felt familiar but he didn’t care right now.

“N-no, not at all.” Alice smiled, poking her tongue out at Lydia before she made her way through the crowd.

“That girl is going to be the death of that man.” Lydia shook her head and followed suit.

San nudged her when they came to a stop at the front. Alice was practically bouncing on the spot next to Lydia. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” Lydia looked at him quizzically. “The idea of licking salt off my body.”

Lydia snorted, “It’s normally the girls on the table, not the guys, so no, it doesn’t. And before you get any ideas, there is no way in hell, I’m getting on there.”

The instigator to the suggestion came up to the table holding shot glasses, cut lime, a salt shaker and a tequila bottle with a pourer in it. “Ladies! Who’s up first?”

With a sly grin, Alice looked at Lydia and San, putting her hand up. “May I suggest a little twist? Us girls always have to be the ones who lay on the table while you boys get to have all the fun, so why not let the ladies take charge?”

“I’m up for that.” San pulled his shirt over his head immediately, revealing a slightly muscular build and climbed onto the table. Lydia stayed put, eyes widened in shock as she realised her best friend just threw her to the sharks; Alice casually shoved her forward and the crowd cheered as she timidly walked to the table and San grinned widely, his charming dimples having the right effect on her.

The instigator added dramatic flair by placing the shot glass on San’s chest, right between his firm pectorals and a small line, the length of his forefinger, up his slightly toned abdomen and placed a wedge of lime between his teeth. “You know the rules; lick the trail of salt, take the shot and grab the lime from between his teeth”

“Extra points if she takes the shot with no hands!” Lydia threw a look of pure disdain but it had no effect on her because she was enjoying watching her friend having no control over what was happening. “No hands and we add a week, Lyd.”

“I hate you so much!” Lydia groaned, determined to do whatever it took to get her friend to pass this semester. She clamped her eyes shut the moment her tongue touched the salt, San’s sharp intake of breath had more of an effect on her than she liked to admit and needed a moment to not scream into his stomach. Looking where she was going, Lydia focused on the flawless skin in front of her until she reached the shot glass and grabbed it with her mouth, throwing her head back and winced at the burn of alcohol trailing down her throat. “I can do this.” She told herself as she moved up to San’s head and he watched her with amused eyes.

Lydia leaned forward and San playfully pulled the wedge into his mouth which meant that Lydia kissed him rather than grabbing the lime and the crowd cheered when they parted and Lydia had a red face and a lime between her teeth. No one whooped as loudly as Alice, hooting and fist pumping at the spectacle her friend just put on. She never thought that San would have attempted to kiss her and Alice was pleasantly surprised when Lydia actually let him - this was probably her best idea yet.

With San off the table, refusing to put his shirt back on as he stood beside Lydia, closer than before, Alice turned to Jongin and raised her hand. “I’ll go next.”

“Miss- Miss. Wallace-”

“Uh uh, none of that.” She bit her lip as she reached for Jongin’s shirt and began to unbutton it. “If you want to stop, say the word and I’ll pick someone else.”

“I’ll do it!” Someone shouted from the crowd and Alice nodded her head in that general direction.

“Maybe I’ll pick him,” she pouted slightly as the last button popped and Jongin’s chocolate brown eyes darkened, “your choice.” Jongin shrugged out of the shirt and revealed his lithe dancer body and a few of the drunk girls in the crowd whistled at the sight of it. A little crude for Alice’s taste but she had to admit - he truly is a sight to behold.

The instigator was already getting ready when Jongin laid on the table, maintaining eye contact with Alice as she looked down at him. “You know the rules, sweetheart.”

“Lick, sip and suck,” Alice accentuated the word with a lower tone, giving the word a very clear double entendre. “I got it.” She went to tie her hair up but Jongin’s voice, deeper than what it was when he was stuttering, stopped her hands.

“Leave it down,” his hand held her hair back and he licked his lips, “eyes on me.” She nodded obediently with a smirk and Jongin opened his mouth for the lime while his free hand held the shot glass steady on his chest. The salt and glass were placed in roughly the same place as they were on San but Alice was naturally going to have fun with Jongin because why not?

Who wouldn’t take whatever chance they could with this man?

She started lower than the line, kissing and licking her way up his rippled abdomen and she did as she was told; Alice kept her eyes on Jongin even when his own fluttered shut and he let out a low moan when the flat of her tongue licked the salt. She followed Lydia’s lead by taking the shot hands free but she didn’t go straight for the lime. It took everything in Jongin not to pull her onto the table and kiss her when Alice scraped her teeth along his jaw and playfully bit his cleft chin; his heart was racing and he was deeply affected by her teasing.

Keeping their eyes locked, Alice winked before grabbing the lime and pulling away, sucking on it with a proud smile on her face. “See, aren’t you glad we came?” She whispered to Lydia as she pulled the lime out of her mouth. “You have passed lesson one, Young Padawan.”

“I’m going to kill you when we get home.” Lydia hissed, very unimpressed by her friend’s dirty tactics.

Alice shrugged, unbothered, as she helped Jongin put his shirt back on. “Worth it.”

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Queen Material - Chapter 4

Synopsis: You end up spending the day with Valkyrie but things get a little deeper than you anticipated. And just when you think the king can’t surprise you anymore she throws a spanner into the works.

Pairing: Valkyrie x fem!reader

Words: 1.7k+

Warnings - Swearing and alcohol

You didn't know Valkyrie very well and so you weren't quite sure what she had planned for you. You dreaded some of the places you could possibly end up but it was too late to back out now. You decided to dress casually putting on jeans and a tee and now you were waiting outside your bar. She was running late but you hadn't expected her to be this late. She was the one who wanted to do this and she can't even be bothered to show up. You were just about to give up and head home when someone calls out to you. You turn to see the king strolling towards you, hands buried in her pockets.

"If it isn't my favourite barkeep. You ready to go?"

You consider making some comment about how late she is but you keep it to yourself. Instead, you plaster on a smile that hopefully hides how annoyed you are. "I am. Where are we going?"

She hesitates for a moment and a part of you wonders if she's been drinking. Mainly because you're used to seeing her drunk but she also had a reputation. You wouldn't mind either way as long as she can function. A smile spread over her lips as she turns on her heel and begins walking. "I think I know where we could go,"

If you weren't convinced she had put zero thought into today before, you definitely were now. You begin to question your decision to spend the day with her as you walk along behind her although she didn't give you much of a choice. A silence comes between the two of you as you try to think of something to say but nothing, in particular, comes to mind. "So... how are you today, my king?"

Valkyrie glances briefly towards you, raising her brow in the process. "I am fine. How are you?"

"Pretty good." You hike your backpack further up your shoulders. "Uh... Since I was not informed beforehand of our activities I packed a little lunch for us."

"More sandwiches?" The king calls back to you. You shake your head slowly unsure if she meant her words in a good way or bad. "Just a salad, some homemade biscuits, grapes, strawberries and a couple of beers."

"Beer sounds brilliant," She comments. "Thanks"

Using a slightly quicker pace, you catch up to the woman and walk alongside her. She doesn't say anything to you so you fall back into silence. It's was only a little awkward. The further you go the less idea you have of the destination. You're lead to a grassy field which houses a spacecraft. "Is that yours?" You wonder, pointing towards it. You hadn't seen one since you left Asgard. Valkyrie turns to you and shrugs.

"Thought we could take a little trip." Sure, why not get on a spaceship you weren't sure she actually even owned and go on a trip to Valkyrie only knows where. What was the worst that could happen? You head for the craft, the king trailing behind you. As you head inside, you're surprised by how spacious it is. You secure your backpack down before getting into the passenger's seat and buckling up. The king joins you, taking the driver seat.

You end up just lingering above the Earth. Turns out she didn't want to take you anywhere in particular just... space. You didn't exactly hate the idea though. Being trapped on Midgard was almost suffocating in nature. It was such a self-involved planet despite there being so much more out there. You kind of missed the beauty of space. The calmness. How the stars twinkled. But being up here also pulled at that part of you that missed Asgard; the original Asgard. You're sat on the floor of the ship with the king beside you, tubs of food placed between you as you stare out into the void. Someone would probably find the darkness intimidating but it was a sight you enjoyed. "Do you ever miss it?"

"Miss what?"

"Asgard?" You continue, glancing towards her. "The old one?"

It takes her a few minutes before she sighs. "Not really," Her head shakes as she speaks. "Asgard hadn't been my home in a long time."

"Oh," You hadn't known that. It proved just how little you knew about her besides the elite warrior thing. And also the king thing. And that she liked to drink; a lot.

"Do you miss it?" She asks, turning to face you.

"Of course," You nod. "It was my home. Very different than Midgard but in a good way."

"So you don't like Midgard then?"

Your shoulders rise in a little shrug. Your feelings regarding the entire situation were complicated. If you had the decision to turn back time then you would. You'd do just about anything to return to you're once beautiful land but that wasn't an option. Midgard wasn't a horrible place to be but it just wasn't what you pictured. "It's not that I don't like it, it's just not what I expected. I never imagined living in some village running a stupid bar. Having to deal with rapscallions and Midgardians. It's hard to harbour respect as an insignificant barkeep."

"Did you not say you enjoyed your job?" Valkyrie asks looking a little uncomfortable as she looks back to the stars. You reach for the tub of grapes, pulling off the lid. The last time you had these was the first time Valkyrie had engaged in a conversation with you. You roll the grape between your fingers before dropping it into your mouth. Your love for your job was almost equal to your detest. That bar was your baby but it was a baby you had never expected so never prepared for. For every pleasant individual you came across there were at least five waiting around the corner to insult or grope you. There were late nights and early morning. The responsibility of doing most things yourself; sure you could hire more people but that required more assets.

"I do enjoy it... sometimes. Other days, I wish for something more."

"Something more?" The king must have taken you removing the lid to the grapes as Initiative to dig in. She eyes your food slowly, hands hovering over both salads.

"One is Chinese chicken, the other is BBQ. You can have either." She picks up the Chinese chicken salad, yanking off the top. Taking a fork to stab into the leafy greens.

"So... something more?"

"Right," you sigh softly, reaching for another grape. "I don't know what I want. Maybe a purpose? Something that makes me feel like I'm doing something more with my life."

"Not everyone is destined for greatness, barkeep." She shovelled a fork full of salad into her mouth. You focus on the stars feeling a ton of regret settling on your shoulders. Was your entire life a waste of time? Was owning a bar on some subpar planet written in the stars? Was this all you'd ever be?

"Right," you nod. "Not everyone can be king, I suppose- how's that going by the way?"

Valkyrie ignored your question, or she just didn't hear it as she continued to devour the salad you prepared. Pulling out the beers, you pop off your cap wanting to drown yourself in the liquid that was now slipping down your throat. "Is my salad at least good?"

Her eyes fall to yours, mouth full and a piece of lettuce sticking out from between her lips. You offer her a smile. "Being King is everything and... nothing."

"I do not know what that means," you decide to pick up the bbq salad and tuck in.

"I just never expected it to be this hard." Even you could have guessed being the king of new Asgard would be hard so you're not entirely sure where she's going with this. You offer her the other beer which she gladly accepts, immediately pulling off the cap and taking a huge swig. "It's a fucking nightmare."

"I can only imagine," You reply, taking a bite of bbq chicken. It was a level of responsibility you could hardly comprehend but Thor clearly trusted her.

"I wanted to help people: make a difference. I thought I could be a leader but now... now I feel like I've taken on too much to handle. There are Asgardians counting on me and I'm not sure I have anything to offer," she takes a sip of her beer. "Other than my good looks and sparkling personality."

You wanted to reassure her that she had so much to offer new Asgard but you weren't sure that she actually did. You hadn't seen much change since she took over from Thor. You didn't want to lie to her, you weren't close enough to want to spare her feelings. "And a high alcohol tolerance."

Valkyrie chuckles. "That too. But what good is that for Asgard."

You remain silent and continue to eat your salad. You had never seen such a vulnerable version of Brunnhilde, it was almost strange to experience. "You've still got time to prove yourself as a king. Nobody expected anything to happen overnight."

"I guess you're right," Valkyrie offers you a small almost sad smile. "It's just a lot to carry on my own."

"Are you seeing someone, maybe?" You ask rather abruptly, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. You were just thinking that if she was dating then maybe they can help out. Become the queen of Asgard.

"Not really. I prefer to go with the flow and no one has caught my eye yet." Not uncommon for Asgardians. With such a long life span many found that it easier to just keep things open and free. Even if relationships became 'official' you've found that there is a lot less pressure compared to Midgardian ideology.

"So we shouldn't expect a Queen any time soon," you give her a lighthearted chuckle.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Valkyrie shrugs and your curiosity peaked. "I think I may have a person in mind."

"Oh! I thought nobody had caught your eye yet?" You question, a bottle of beer lingering at your lips. Taking a hearty sip.

"They haven't. But I was thinking you could be the queen,"

You beer ends up spit out everywhere and you cough to clear your throat. You laugh a little awkwardly as you glance towards the king but she wasn't laughing. Nothing suggested she was joking. "You've got to be fucking kidding me,"

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The Pull (27/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was given to the line. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 2854

Warnings:

A/N: Okay so a couple things, this is going to be the last posting of The Pull for at least two weeks (Unless I can find time in between all the crazy to get a scene out). I have finals coming up and recently there was a family thing that has come up that needs my attention and may require more attention. In the meantime, PLEASE let me know what you think of this scene/ story! Let me know if you want to see more! Truthfully, interaction makes me so very happy and I love to hear from all of you! So, comment, reblog, send me smashed keyboards, anything works 😘

Also - I do not speak Japanse. I did want to use what was actually said in the show but could not find a translation in the time that I had. So, I went with a taunt. I will put what the taunt should be after the tag list. If someone who reads Japanese sees this and knows it’s wrong, please let me know I am happy to adjust/ fix.

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Panting, Stiles uses what he has left of battery on his phone to turn on the flashlight. The cold felt like it was seeping into his bones but his leg was starting to feel numb and he was worried about what that actually meant. Turning, he shined the light on his leg and found a bear trap in his leg. The sight terrified him and the scream that left him turned into a sob. What had happened? How had he gotten here?

The sound of scraping caught his attention and he moved the phones light to where the sound was coming from as it continued. When nothing was immediately visible, he shakily asked: “Who’s there?”

Merely watching the boy was becoming quite satisfying. It had been years since he’d been fed and then these children had decided to go ahead and make themselves a sacrifice. It had been the perfect opportunity to get back into the world.

He continued to move around the space, without responding to the boy, reveling in the horror, fear, and pain that radiated off him.

“I know you’re there, I can hear you.’

Sitting down, Void watched as the light moved through the created room. A smile formed on his features as he felt the boys panic rising. The light had almost passed him when it suddenly flashed back to his position.

“Who are you?”

Standing, he drew a kanji on the wall before stepping back into the shadow. As the fear spiked he feasted on the gift before him.

Stiles’ heart was beating as the figure had stepped away. Looking at what had been drawn, it took him a moment but he realized that it was the kanji for “self.” He wasn’t sure how he knew that but he did.

He watched as the seemingly innocent chalk then flew away in particles of the flashlight moved away. A feeling of dread crawled down his spine.

Watching the brunette from the shadows, he waited. This host was stronger than the hunter. Stronger than the previous host it would seem. There were qualities that even he wasn’t aware of and it made him giddy to know that some of those very qualities would be what would allow controlling the situation so much easier.

The best part? The pain of the supernatural was always more potent than the pain of the human.

You’d barely parked your bike when you were screaming for the sheriff as you ran into the police station as Scott called after you. You could feel your control slipping as you turned to growl at him.

The three of you must have made a sight because one of the deputies had a hand on his gun and was asking what you were up to and how he could help.

“We need to see the Sherriff,” Scott tried and when the deputy went to answer, you could tell he was going to give you some excuse as to why you couldn’t so you cut in and informed him that The Sheriff's son was missing.

The blood drained from the deputies face and you moved past him towards the offices.

Kindness. This is his dad, he’s going to care and it’s going to hurt him but he is cool but he has to keep his cool, your instincts reminded you and you slowed to knock on the door.

Hearing the words come in, you pushed open the door with Scott and Isaac right behind you. You looked at Noah Stilinski and your heart broke. He was just a man whose son had managed to get caught up in the supernatural and who probably worries for him more than Stiles actually knows. This was going to be a nightmare come true for him.

You’re not sure what Isaac and Scott were thinking but neither of them said a word at first and the room must have been silent for too long because a moment later, Mr. Stilinski was looking up from his paperwork. As soon as he saw the three of you, his face dropped.

“Where’s Stiles?” he asked, the fear in his voice ensuring you that you were right, this was his nightmare.

You want to answer, you really do but you know it would be better to hear it from Scott so you turn to look at him. Scott looks like he would rather not be the one to deliver the news but you watch as he falls into the role of the Alpha. Stepping past you, he tells the Sheriff that he’s not sure.

Mr. Stilinski’s heart stops for a moment before it resumes beating much faster. He takes a moment to breathe and get his heart beat under control and he calls out for Parrish.

A younger looking deputy comes into the room, “Sir?”

“We have a missing teenager.”

Parrish pulled out his notebook, “Who?”

“My son.”

Parish stopped and looked at the Sheriff and then the group of you before nodding his head, “I’ll get everyone gathered.” He turned around and left the office.

“Scott, what happened?”

Scott tells him about the phone call and going to the house. How Lydia had had one of her feelings and been there as well. How she had stayed behind because she said there was something going on in the room. He didn’t, however, tell him aout the terror in Stiles’ voice or how he’d begged that you all leave is dad out of it.

“But his jeep was still at the house?”

Scott shakes his head. Before Mr. Stilinski or Scott can say anything else, Parrish is back in the room letting him know that the deputies are all gathered.

You watch as Mr. Stilisnki changes right before your eyes. He’s still a terrified dad but he’s put that to the back and is the Sheriff. Stepping out of the room and in front of his group, he begins, “We have a missing 17-year-old caucasian male.” Immediately, every deputy in the room is writing down the information, “He’s 5’ 10”, about 150 lbs, brunette hair.”

He then turns to you, “When was the last time you saw him?”

You had to think about it for a moment, “I think it was about 10ish. He was tired and had said he wanted to call it a night.”

You could see the look of confusion on some of the deputies faces and you were sure that someone probably thought that you had done something but you didn’t say anything.

“The missing boy is my son.”

From the reaction of the deputies, you figured that Parrish hadn’t said who the missing person was because you were sure that a few of them had whiplash.

“If his Jeep is gone, that’s where we start,” the Sheriff tells you and you’re not sure why he does though you suspect it’s so that he can stay focused on the task at hand. He then turns to the deputy from earlier and starts assigning tasks, “Parrish, let’s get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep. Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could’ve gotten into while sleepwalking.”

The Sheriff then turns to the rest of the deputies, “It’s the coldest night of the year so far so if he’s out there barefoot in just a T-shirt, he could already be hypothermic. Let’s move fast, let’s think fast.”

As everyone gets up and moving, he turns to the three of you, “The three of you, come with me.”

Following him back into his office, he closes the door and looks at the three of you, “Is there anything you need to tell me that I can’t tell everybody out there?”

“Only that Lydia knew he was missing, but we already told you that.”

“Can she help find him?”

“Well, she’s working on it,” Isaac points out and while he doesn’t sound hopeful he does sound like he thinks she’s a good bet.

“Anything else?”

Scott points out that he called Allison for help.

“And I texted Derek and Peter, they’re going through the Iron Works right now to see if there’s any scent of him,” you said reading the message on your phone.

“Alright,” he says slowly, “Can you find him by scent?”

Before anyone can respond, Parrish is opening the door and informing that the jeeps been found. The Sheriff and a few deputies run out of the station and are in their squad cars. You see Scott get in one but hop on your bike and follow them, Isaac not far behind you.

You pull up to the hospital and see the jeep just as everyone else does and as soon as you’ve removed your helmet you get Stiles’ scent. The confusing part, though, is that it the strongest part of the scent seems to be coming from above you. Taking a deeper breath, you make sure that’s what it is.

The Sheriff’s already confirmed that he’s not in the jeep. They’re rushing inside and you run past Scott and the Sheriff towards the stairs. Running up them, you come to the roof and have to stop. That feeling of foreboding has increased and you’re sure, for some reason, that whatever is on the other side of the door isn’t gonna be Stiles.

Stepping out, you’re immediately hit by the scent and it makes you whine. Like most wolves, you’d never liked the scent but this was something different, it wasn’t just bitter it was heartwrenching. But, you kept walking onto the wolf. Even though you knew he wasn’t here you had to see it for yourself that Stiles wasn’t here before you walked away.

As you’re searching the rooftop, Derek shows up. Turning to him, you watch as he registers the scents as well. He begins to walk the roof, in the opposite direction of you.

“You notice it’s just his scent?”

You nod your head before you realize that Derek probably can’t see you, “Can you feel how tortured he was?”

“Why do you think that would be?”

You stop searching and come back to the middle of the roof with Derek. “I don’t know,” you whisper softly before closing you’re eyes and taking a deeper breath. As you do you open yourself up to the emotions.

There’s torment and anguish and you’re feeling them in a way that you haven’t before. It’s almost as if the building itself has absorbed the emotion and you’re about to let it go when suddenly there’s a voice, “Remember, Little Wolf, we are trying to save you.”

“Why would you say that?” you ask Derek, confused at his choice of words. Before he can respond, though, Scott and Isaac are on the roof.

“He’s not here,” you tell them.

“Not anymore at least,” Derek points out.

Scott clarifies that you two do, in fact, mean the whole building.

“He’s gone.”

Scott shakes his head and then turns to Isaac who is offering to go tell the Sheriff and nods his head before reminding him to find Allison as well. She apparently hasn’t picked up her phone.

Isaacs gone and you’re left on the roof with your cousin and Scott. Scott comes to stand next to Derek and you again close your eyes, trying to focus on the scent around you. It is Stiles’ scent but at the same time, there is something off about it.

Derek asks Scott if he notices the scent on the roof, how strong it is and then asks him if he’s ever heard of chemosignals. You have but you’re not sure what they are and you’re hoping Scott hasn’t heard of them because you’d really like to know. Derek, however, doesn’t give Scott a chance to respond before he says, “Chemical signals that communicate emotion. Just our sweat can give off anger, fear, or disgust.”

He tells Scott to take a deep breath and tell him what he feels. Scott follows instructions and you’re glad that he also recognizes the stress and anxiety. But he misses the terror and it’s then that you realize Derek hadn’t mentioned what he smelled just that he did smell things.

“Is there anything else either of you are getting?’ you ask them, unsure if you’re losing your mind. They both shake their head, Derek turns a questioning gaze on you but before either of you verbalize anything, Scott’s asking what Stiles’ had been doing on the roof.

“We don’t know, “ Derek says with a shake of his head, but there was definitely some kind of struggle.”

“With who?”

“Himself,” you say. Scott turns to look at you and you shake your head, “We need a game plan.”

“Isaacs going to find Allison to see if she can help more. Argent will come with them and he’s petty good at tracking,” Scott begins, “Lydia’s with Aiden at Stiles’ house to see if she can find anything in his room with all the strings. I’ll stick with the Sheriff and help him with any other leads he’s got. You said that Derek and Peter were checking the Iron Works earlier?”

You nodded your head and looked at Derek, “We found nothing. Peter’s asking around downtown to see if anyone's seen anything or to see if he can catch a scent,” he tells you guys and Scotts annoyed but nods in agreement anyways.

You figure that he just wants to find Stiles and figures that there’s no point in arguing it. It leaves just you and Derek.

“What are we not covering?” you ask.

Scott turns his gaze to you and the three of you have the same idea, “The high school, you two go check the high school.”

Nodding your head, you and Derek make your way out of the hospital pretty quickly and are, thankfully, not stopped by anyone on the way. You follow Derek out of the lot on your bike.

He can tell that she’s worried but the boy has no idea, it will make the destruction all the sweeter. His phone’s dying and the little bit of light that he had is now disappearing from him. He watches as the boy tries to pull the bear trap off his leg again and he steps back out. If he’s going to get his feast, he needs to push this one to stay alive and reach his potential.

The sound must have caught his host's attention because he’s asking, “Who’s there?” and then screaming, “Who are you?”

Walking amongst the things his host has created, he responds, “私は彼女をあなたの手を使って破壊し、あなたがそれを理解したときにあなたが感じる悲しみを祝います”

Stiles doesn’t understand what the man before him is saying and he’s already made it clear but he just kept talking in the same language and Stiles is genuinely afraid that Scotts not gonna make it. That Natasha isn’t gonna make it and he can feel the tears form, “I don’t,” a sob breaks through, “I don’t understand,” he says as he pushes himself against the wall.

Suddenly, the creature with him is speaking in accented English, “Not who are you, Stiles. Who are we?”

Stiles tries to push himself up but the trap digs in and he lets out a pain filled grunt as he falls back. The creature doesn’t help him but continues, “It’s getting colder, Stiles. Did you notice, we stopped shivering?” The creature sounds genuinely annoyed at that and Stiles has to stop and breathe for a moment before he realizes that his breathing is getting shallower.

“Do you know why that’s a bad sign?”

“It’s the body trying to conserve energy. It was my fifth-grade science report, hypothermia,” Stiles says as he tries to move his body some. He’s going to die in this basement it would seem.

“Our speech is starting to thicken. Then comes fatigue. Confusion. We’re going to die if we don’t get out of here. We have too many things to do to die, Stiles.”

There’s a taunting in the voice that irriates him and Stiles shakes his head, “Stop saying that. Stop saying we.”

The creature just ignores him, “We’re trying to keep you from freezing to death.” He sounds like he’s getting angrier when he says, “You better get up, Stiles.”

“How?!” he yells back and motions to his leg, “There’s a freaking steel-jawed trap on my leg!”

The creature is silent for a moment and then all Stiles sees are silver sharpened spiked teeth, “Is there?” comes the whisper.

Sure that he’s about to die, that his father is going to have to bury him next to his mother, Stiles begins sobbing. He turns his body to sit in a different position.

“Notice something different?” the creature asks. “It was on your right leg before wasn’t it?”

Stiles looks and sees that the trap is on his left leg, “No…” he murmurs softly. The creature asks him if he’s sure and he remembers it being on the right leg. But how can that be? He turns back to the voice, “What is this? What are you doing?”

“We are trying to save you, Stiles. We’re trying to save your life.”

The Taunt: I will destroy her using your hands and feast on your sorrow when you understand what you have done.

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demented-dukey · 5 years

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NOTP RemRom-averse Awareness Post

Welcome. This is the list of users who do not like Remrom and cannot scroll past and ignore it, compiled so that shippers know who to unfollow/avoid/block/etc. Names have been added from public posts I’ve come across, or from users sending me asks or PMs.

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prove me wrong pt. two | j. hughes

❀ ⇢ requested: yes | no ❀ ⇢ word count: 3.8k ❀ ⇢ a/n: sorry about the long wait, guys!

⇢ posted: 02.03.19 . | . masterlist prev. | next.

Walking swiftly to your car to avoid the crowds of recently dismissed students, you nudged Beth lightly with your hip in response to one of her teasing remarks.

“Hey,” she cried out, laughing as she stumbled to the side. Grinning, you mocked her before reaching the door of the car and unlocking it. You lost sight of Beth when she continued on to make her way to the passenger’s side, paying little attention as you got in and threw your backpack somewhere in the backseat. Pulling your phone out of your pants pocket, you went to place it in one of the cup holders. Becoming distracted by Beth getting in, the phone was quickly discarded and you started up the car.

“All I’m saying is that I fully deserved a higher grade on that essay and you know it,” Beth continued, complaining to you while putting on her seat belt. You rolled your eyes at her even as a smile played on the corner of your lips. “Sure, Beth. Totally,” you halfheartedly agreed, focusing on pulling out of the parking lot.

Out of the corner of your vision, you saw Beth twist around to face you. “That sounded sarcastic,” she said, her eyes narrowing, “Was that sarcastic?”

Barely sparing her a glance, you tried to contain your laughter, “No, of course not.”

She huffed, facing forward with a pout as she crossed her arms. Laughter spilled out from your lips at the sight, not being able to hold back anymore. “Come on, babe,” you tried, alternating looks from the road to her, “Your essay totally deserved better than a C.”

Thinking that you had gotten through to her, it was thrown to the side when your phone buzzed in the holder, quickly gaining Beth’s attention. Snapping your hand from the wheel in an attempt to grab the phone, you were a second too late and grabbed air.

“Tsk, trying to text and drive, Y/N?” She teased, dangling the device between her fingers. She smirked at your glare and gazed down at the screen to see who texted you only to let out an overly loud gasp.

“Jack?” Came her shrill exclamation within the next second, her eyes wide as she stared at you. “As in like, Jack Hughes? As in, the guy who you tried killing with your eyes?” She demanded.

Trying to keep your eyes on the traffic in front of you, you made a frantic grab for your phone only to have her pull it out of your reach. “Yes, that Jack,” you gave in, knowing that it was easier to just tell her. You relaxed back into your seat, blowing out a breath.

“You’ve been texting him?” Beth questioned, finding her answer in your guilty expression. “You’ve been texting him for a week and you didn’t tell me?” Her mouth opened and closed, shock lining her face.

Shrugging, you tried to ignore the hint of hurt in her voice. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to get your hopes up,” you reasoned, pleading with your eyes for her to understand. She slumped down, quickly unlocking your phone to go through your texts. Shaking your head, a grin made its way onto your face as you let her.

“I can’t believe you didn’t even try to flirt,” she grumbled, swiping through the messages. Snorting at her derisive tone, you didn’t bother arguing with her. The car quieted down as she read, neither of you paying any mind to the music playing.

Wariness immediately filled you when she brightened, straightening up to smile widely at you. You eyed her with distrust, knowing that whatever had her so happy now more than likely wasn’t good.

“Since you’re apparently talking to Jack now—“ cue her pointed look “—this means that the both of you can come with Spencer and me to the movies on Friday.”

“I am not going on a double date with you,” you deadpanned.

She slouched down in disappointment, nudging you with her fingers. “Come on,” she dragged out, widening her eyes in an attempt to persuade you, “You owe me, Y/N.”

“Uh, debatable,” you shot back, avoiding looking at her. “It’s just a movie,” she tried, leaning her head against the headrest. “Nope,” you popped, firm in your resolve for the time being.

The next few minutes were spent in much the same way until you finally gave in. You just weren’t able to continue denying her with the bit of guilt still lingering from not telling her about Jack in the first place. Coincidentally, you said yes at the exact moment you pulled up in front of her house.

The result of your acceptance was a loud squeal and a smack of her lips against your cheek, her arms thrown haphazardly around you in a sad attempt of a hug.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed, shifting around to alleviate the awkwardness that came from the position, “It’s just the movies, remember?”

She gave you one last toothy grin before grabbing her bag and throwing open her door. Watching her make a mad dash to her house, you breathed out a sigh. The things you let that girl convince you into doing, you thought.

It was only after you got home and saw another text from Jack did what you had just agreed to really sink in.

Jack: so, movies?

Breathing deeply to keep yourself from panicking, you hurriedly replied.

You: yea, beth guilt tripped me into going lol

There, you thought, hopefully that stops him from getting the wrong idea. Pushing the thoughts away, you went on about the rest of your day.

And the next day.

Until Friday was rolling around and all the fear and negative thoughts were invading your mind once more. You didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse that Beth decided to tag along to your house after school to wait until you had to meet up with the guys.

“I don’t see why you’re freaking out so much over what to wear when you’ve been very clear that this isn’t a double date,” Beth pointed out from her spot on your bed. She had plopped down and stretched out, claiming the entire bed for herself, as soon as the two of you got in.

Pausing in your search, you took a second to contemplate her words.

“You’re right,” you breathed out, hands coming up to run through your hair as you walked over to fall down next to her. She rolled over so that you wouldn’t lay on top of her, giving you just enough space so that you wouldn’t fall off.

“What you’re wearing now is fine,” she reassured you, removing the lollipop that she had been sucking on from her mouth to wave it around. You batted her hand away from where it had come worrying close to your hair; the last thing you needed was to get a damn lollipop stuck in your hair.

She continued on, pulling you out of your thoughts, “Plus, those jeans make your ass look great.”

Scoffing, you resisted the urge to shove her off the bed, settling for a kick as she cackled.

“I hate you,” you mumbled, pushing yourself up to clean up the mess of clothes you made. “I call bullshit,” she sing-songed in return, managing to get an airy laugh out of you.

Her reminder of this not being a double date worked to calm you down, only allowing your nerves to get the better of you once while on the drive to the mall.

“You know you don’t have to come, right?” Beth told you, picking up on your nervousness. Nodding at her in acknowledgment, you responded, “Yea, I’m fine, don’t worry.” She looked as though she didn’t quite believe your tight smile, but didn’t push any further.

Pulling into the parking lot and finding a spot had you wound up tight, your stomach uneasy. A hand placed on your arm caused you to look over at Beth giving you a calming smile, one that you returned with varying results.

“No war flashbacks, yea?” She said, trying to lighten the mood. A chuckle left you as you nodded, grabbing your bag and getting out with her. The walk to the building didn’t take long and soon enough the two of you came upon the guys. Hesitating a moment, you watched as Beth bounded up to Spencer and greeted him with a kiss that you knew would’ve lasted longer had you and Jack not been there.

The other boy in question was lingering a few feet away, his eyes meeting yours when you looked over at him. He gave you a smile, causing your heart to give an eager thud in your chest. Returning it, you began walking toward him to let the lovebirds ‘catch up’.

“Hey,” he greeted you, appearing unsure of what to do with his hands. Restraining a laugh, you saw him finally decide to just stuff them in his pockets after an awkward wave that had a grimace crossing his face. “Hey,” you returned, admiring the slight dusting of pink that began covering his cheeks.

Your painfully awkward exchange—which, in your defense, was due to you talking exclusively over text the past week—was interrupted by the couple arriving next to you. Beth remained quiet, giving you a knowing look that you responded to with a glare that only succeeded in making her smile.

“Jack and I got the tickets to the movie while we were waiting on you guys,” Spencer informed you, his arm wrapped tightly around Beth. Nodding silently, you followed the group as you made your way in. Beth and Spencer took the lead, talking quietly to each other with smiles adorning their faces, with you and Jack a pace behind.

“Sorry that you got guilted into coming,” you started at Jack’s attempt in conversation, quickly softening as his words processed. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have agreed,” he continued before you could get a word in, leaving you with an open mouth.

“It’s no big deal,” you rushed to reassure him, eyebrows furrowing at his vaguely guilty expression. “I mean, I was being a little dramatic. It’s not like Beth had to actually guilt me into coming,” you lied, hoping to remove any remaining guilt he felt.

It seemed to work as he flashed you a smile that left your eyes lingering on his lips before managing to tear your gaze away. Conversation picked up after, lulling you into a sense of comfort rather than the tenseness that had taken over earlier. It continued like that as your group got food and drinks and made your way to get seats to the movie that you soon figured out was Beth’s choosing.

And because Beth was your best friend, you found yourself squeezed in between her and Jack with only a sly glance from her. You struggled to get comfortable at first, barely refraining from constantly squirming. Giving up on making yourself comfy you glanced over and rolled your eyes at Beth already nestled into Spencer’s side. Peeking at your other side showed Jack watching the film, slouched and leaning on the hand rest separating you while absentmindedly eating popcorn.

Settling in and pulling your legs up, you let yourself get pulled into the movie. As time went on, you ended up shifting closer to Jack until you were practically shoulder to shoulder. Neither of you minded, remaining in that position and only moving when reaching for something. One incident had you grateful for the dim lighting, your hands meeting in a cliché way as you both reached for the popcorn. A blush spread across your cheeks, you were sure of that, as you exchanged shy smiles.

Before any of you knew it, the movie was coming to an end and the lights were flickering back on. Blinking at the sudden change, your eyes adjusted to the new lighting as you stood up and stretched. Yawning, you shook yourself in an attempt to get rid of the sleepiness that had encompassed you. A quiet laugh to your side had you looking over, your eyes locking with an amused Jack.

“Tired?” He teased, his lips quirked up while he continued gathering everything that you had laying around. “A little,” you admitted, grinning back at him, reaching down to pick up your discarded jacket and empty popcorn bag. You shared a small laugh with him as you squeezed out of the aisle remaining close together. A quick glance behind you confirmed that Beth and Spencer were following closely. You rolled your eyes at a happy Beth, whose eyes you could see were shooting back and forth between you and Jack.

The four of you exited the theatre, the guys excusing themselves to go to the bathroom and leaving Beth to corner you.

“So,” she started, drawing a small groan out of you, “Looks like you and Jack were getting pretty close.”

“Don’t even start,” you warned, pointing a finger at her. She raised her hands in mock surrender, though her laughter ruined the effect. “Fine,” she gave in easily, her smile wide causing warning signals to flash through your mind.

“Spencer and I were going to walk around the mall for a bit,” she told you a second later and it clicked.

Leaning your head to the side, you closed your eyes, “Seriously, Beth?”

“What, are you saying you don’t want to spend more time with Jack?” She smirked, eyes alight with mischief, “Cause from where I’m standing, it seems like neither of you would mind much.”

“You’re terrible,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead. “Noted,” she giggled, bumping your hip with hers as the boys came back out. She quickly informed them of the new plans, grabbing Spencer by the arm to drag him out. The sight of such a tiny girl dragging a much taller guy had you snorting almost silently. “So, I guess it’s just the two of us then,” Jack said, appearing at your side to watch them wander off.

You started to walk after them, not wanting to be left that far behind. Jack kept pace, staying closer than he had to, you thought. “I guess so,” was your reply, shyness coming back with the lights. It was so much easier to be relaxed with him when you couldn’t actually see him.

Walking in silence, you dodged the remaining crowds and followed the couple into the mall. Not paying much attention, you almost let out a tiny yell when Jack suddenly touched your arm.

Ripping your eyes away from where Beth and Spencer were entering one of the stores, you looked up at Jack in question. He was staring back down at you, gulping slightly as he withdrew his hand.

Unsure, he started talking, “I was actually thinking we could give them some space and maybe walk around by ourselves for a bit?”

Caught off-guard, you stared up at him for a second before answering. “Sounds good,” you managed to get out, shifting your gaze to your feet in an attempt to hide your flushed face.

He nodded and you went back to walking, this time aimlessly. Throat dry, you took a sip of your remaining soda from the movie. You hated being so nervous around a guy but you couldn’t help it.

Ending up in a random store that you had gravitated towards, you had to bite back a laugh at how messed up Jack’s hair had somehow become. Sadly, he noticed and shot you a questioning look. Allowing a tiny giggle to make its way out of you, you motioned up to your hair. Still confused, he tilted his head and opened his mouth to speak.

“Your hair,” you laughed, biting down on your straw. Understanding dawned on him and he reached up to run his hands through his hair, a hint of red covering his face. Watching in amusement, you nodded at him to let him know when he had it fixed. Heart giving a painful squeeze at the shy smile he sent you after, you quickly turned away and grabbed the first thing you could.

Of course, those turned out to be fuzzy fur covered sunglasses in the shade of neon green.

“These are uh, unique,” you got out, holding them up to Jack’s face. “They go great with your complexion,” informing him in a mock serious voice was hard to do, but you managed. Both of you began laughing as he took them from your hand, surprising you when he actually put them on.

“Oh, do they?” He asked, the monstrosity covering half his face. You gasped out confirmation between giggles, the sight reducing you to near tears. You just barely noticed him reaching behind you to pull out a matching pair in hot pink, gasping in horror.

“Look, they have a pair for you, too,” he laughed, placing them on your face carefully. They ended up lopsided and were so dark you could barely see, but when you caught a glimpse of the pair of you in the mirror you couldn’t stop the choking laughter that escaped you.

It took a minute to pull yourselves together again, taking off the glasses and putting them back. You wandered around the store a bit more, the mood lightened immensely.

So much so, that when Jack spoke up again, it took you a minute to comprehend what he was saying.

“Do you want to, maybe, go on an actual date sometime?” He licked his lips, looking at you from under his eyelashes.

Freezing, your breath caught in your throat. Your immediate reaction was to nod enthusiastically and tell him of course but something stopped you.

‘You’re Auston Matthews’ little sister, right?’

“I can’t,” your voice was a whisper, already backing up as his face went from nervous to saddened and confused. Seeing that he was about to talk, you swallowed thickly and continued hurriedly.

“I have to go,” you nearly backed into a shelf but righted yourself, eyes shifting around like a caged animal, “Tell Beth to catch a ride with you, please.”

After you got that out, you turned on your heel and nearly ran out. Your thoughts were jumbled and frantic, hoping that he didn’t try and follow you, though you were pretty sure he was too shocked to.

It took a few minutes for you to get out of the mall and back to your car, hurriedly getting in and resting your head against the wheel as you took deep breaths to calm down. Once you settled down enough, you turned on the ignition and began the drive home, guilt eating away at you.

Seemingly going through the motions, you made it home in what felt like record time. Emotions numb, you let autopilot guide you into your house and up to the bathroom to take a shower.

Time passed like that, sat under hot water for who knows how long until you finally pulled yourself together and finished up in the shower. Padding back to your room, you heard Beth’s ringtone and reluctantly went to answer.

“Hello,” you answered hesitantly, clutching the towel to your body as you sat down at your desk.

“Hello? Hello? That’s all I get, Y/N? What the hell?” You winced at Beth’s voice, adjusting your towel and shifting to get more comfortable. “I’m sorry for leaving you at the mall?” You tried next, the guilt coming back full force.

“No, nope,” she said forcefully and you could almost imagine her standing in front of you, “I’ve been calling you for almost twenty minutes, what the hell happened between you and Jack?”

Eyes widening, your heart thumped harshly at the sound of his name, “Why do you think something happened between me and Jack?”

“Uh, besides the fact that when he found us he looked like someone just kicked his puppy?” She replied, continuing on before you could get out another word, “That, and you’re predictable, babe. Well, predictable to me.”

Rolling your eyes, because that was such a Beth thing to say, you heaved out a sigh, “He asked me out.”

The line was quiet, admittedly making you nervous.

“And?”

‘And?’ You gaped at her response, taking a second to collect yourself. “And? He asked me out, Beth,” you stood up and began pacing the length of your room. “Yea, and,” she said like it was obvious, “Isn’t that a good thing? It’s pretty clear that you liked him.”

Beginning to shake your head, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “I told him I couldn’t.”

She groaned on the other end, “Of course you did.” Offended, you pulled the phone back to glare at it like she could see it. “Don’t judge me,” you scolded her, frowning.

“Y/N, babe, I love you I really do,” she began, giving you a bad feeling, “But you have to get over your ex.”

Ah, you had that feeling for a reason then.

“It’s not that easy,” you whispered, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. “Besides,” you cleared your throat, “It’s not like I can do anything right now, anyway. I have to make sure I’m packed before I fly out to Toronto tomorrow.”

She went silent again like she was debating whether or not she was going to let you change the subject before she responded, “I still can’t believe your parents are letting you go visit Aus alone for the weekend.”

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you settled back down in your chair, “Yea, well, Bree can’t go because of her thing on Sunday and Mom and Dad couldn’t let her stay home alone.”

“Yea, but they’re still letting you go,” she stressed.

Smiling at how grumpy she sounded, you picked at the loose thread on the towel, “Don’t miss me too much, Bethy. I’ll only be gone a few days, you’ll manage.”

You could hear her grumbling and the familiarity of it had you relaxing back into your seat. “I’m just saying, it’s weird they’re letting Auston be your supervision this weekend. If anything, he probably still needs supervision,” her tone was snarky, a snort leaving you.

“You have a point, but don’t let any of them hear you say that,” you smiled, swiveling the chair back and forth.

The rest of the phone call went like that and you were grateful for it. It wasn’t until Beth told you that she was coming to see you off tomorrow that you hung up and climbed into bed after getting changed into your pajamas.

Just as you wriggling around to find the best position, your phone lit up with a new text. Grinning, you reached for it figuring it was more than likely Beth once more telling you that she would see you tomorrow only to freeze.

Jack: did i do something wrong? bc i’m sorry if i did

Your fingers hesitated over the screen, another notification popping up soon after.

Jack: we don’t have to go on a date, i just like talking to you

Letting out a shaky breath, you turned your phone off and put it back on your nightstand, flipping over in bed and missing the last text.

Jack: y/n?

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